Most of the other kids at school thought you and Moustache Girl were weird, but that didn’t bother you; they were just boring . None of them appreciated the adventures you and Moustache Girl had together, until Bow Kid came to your school. The teacher put her next to you because there was a space there and then you had the opportunity to see her drawing. They were really cool and she happily talked about them. You weren’t much of a drawer yourself, preferring to write stories, but that didn’t stop your from becoming friends with Bow Kid.
“So am I.”
“Yep,” you happily reply. “Wet nappies or not, you’re still my super cute, super awesome friend.”
She turns a mixture of embarrassed and thankful at the words before snuggling up to you again. Noticing her bow, you take a moment to readjust it, putting it on more securely. It’s comfortable for several minutes before there’s a knock at the door. Mum pokes her head in.
“You two awake?” she asks.
There’s a round of yeps .
“All good for now?” she asks next.
“Yep,” Bow Kid replies as you realise mum was directing her question at your friend.
“Uh huh,” you add.
“Good to hear. I’ll have breakfast ready in about fifteen, so you’ll have to get up soon.”
She disappears again.
“Um — what should I tell mum?” you ask. “Does she know?”
Bow Kid nods as you lie there silently, wondering. Eventually you ask cautiously, “It is okay if I ask some questions?”
There’s a slight hesitancy before she replies, “Yeah, it’s okay.”
You smile reassuringly as you pick your first.
“Do you need them all the time?”
There’s a flash of panic.
“ No ,” she quickly replies. “Just at night.”
You blink back at her for a moment before it clicks.
“Oh — I didn’t mean like that,” you tell her apologetically. “I meant if it was every night.”
While you didn’t exactly check, you’re pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a nappy under her skirt yesterday.
“Oh — yeah,” she replied quietly.
You nodded, thinking of your next question.
“Are they comfy?”
“Yeah — well, when they’re not cold.”
“Oh, are they now?”
She shook her head.
“N-no, under the covers and my PJs they’re okay. They stay warm.”
That was nice to hear. You certainly didn’t want your friend to be uncomfortable. The next question was more personal so you hesitate a moment. Eventually you decide to prefix the question with, “You can tell me to stop asking if you want.”
Bow Kid chewed her lip nervously before shaking her head.
“No, it’s okay. It’s — um — actually nice to talk about it with someone.”
“Oh,” you reply, giving her a small smile. It’s nice to know she trusts you like that. “Have you… ever gone on purpose?” you ask, not being able to keep the caution out of your voice.
She blushes back, averting her eyes.
“Sometimes,” she says, clearly embarrassed. “Not very often.”
You snuggle close to show her it’s okay.
“Why?”
You can feel her freeze for just a moment, before her slow breathing resumes.
“It’s… nice to not have to get up and — um,” she pauses, “— it’s h-hard to get the nappy back on myself. It’s easier to just go, and not have to wake mum, or — or,” she falters.
You catch on to what she means.
“So, my mum helped you? Nappied you, I mean?” She gives you an embarrassed nod. “It sounds nice,” you comment idly before realising what you said, a blush crossing your cheeks.
“It is,” Bow Kid breaths back.
A ridiculous smile on your face, your heart swells for some reason. It’s so incredibly cute to imagine your friend like that, and you can imagine yourself at her side, just the same.
“Like last night?” you ask.
She freezes again, blushing furiously, before nodding.
“I — I didn’t want to wake your mum.”
You can’t help but giggle and pull her into a hug.
“It’s cute,” you saw into her ear. “It’s super cute.”
“Really?” she asks as you break apart.
“Yep,” you say, nodding enthusiastically.