Friday, September 21, 2012
The Brat in the Hat - Part 2
Part 2 - We Sat There, We Two
"You, uh... You look good," Sarah said, feeling a little insecure as she looked up at the girl in front of her.
"Oh, thanks," Melody smiled. "You're... smaller than I expected."
"Hmm?" Sarah furrowed her eyebrows, not sure how to take that.
Melody chuckled, waving it off. "I mean, than I remember. But I guess I've grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you."
"Uh... Yeah." Sarah giggled nervously at that understatement. Seeing them now, it would be all too easy to mistake Melody for the older of the two, and that wasn't even taking into account those damn cupcake-dotted training pants Sarah was wearing. She squirmed as she thought about them, as they seemed to grow even thicker around her waist. Melody had been having some bedwetting problems back when Sarah was babysitting her - Sarah had thought about that often, when she'd started having her own problems at college - but Sarah had never seen Melody's parents stick her with anything as overtly infantile as what she was wearing.
She wondered if Melody still had those problems. It might make Sarah feel a little better if she did, in a weird way, but she doubted it. She'd always suspected that the reason Melody's parents had stopped hiring her was because Melody had stopped bedwetting, thus proving she didn't need a babysitter after all. If it was true, it was kind of funny - she'd taken it upon herself to do what she could to help the girl stop, and by doing so, she'd lost her job. Then again, that was near the end of the school year anyway, and she'd spent most of the summer before hanging out with her friends before they all went their separate ways for college, so she wouldn't really have had time, anyway.
It felt like the world had gone all topsy-turvy now as she stared up at little Melody. She felt a certain sense of pride, seeing the kid grown up like this, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in a way she couldn't entirely explain, though she was pretty sure it had to do with how Melody was looking at her. "Well, uh... It was nice to see you," Sarah swallowed. "But I..."
"What?" Melody asked innocently. "You just said you weren't up to anything, right?"
"Well, I meant..." Sarah stammered, but her words didn't stop the girl from walking further into the house, making a bee-line for the couch and sitting down, patting the cushion beside her. Sarah hesitated.
"Come on, I just want to talk!" Melody patted the couch again. Sarah crept over, a strange sense of foreboding washing over her as she got closer. She tugged at the hem of her shirt as she sat, trying to make sure not even a hint of those horrid trainers became visible as she moved.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she had to tell herself to calm down. Really, what did she think was going to happen? She was older than this girl - she'd even changed her diapers - and she was in her own house. There was no reason to freak out over a simple little visit. Yet, she still felt her palms growing sweaty as she sat there, fighting not to wiggle in her seat and give away her anxiety. She was just being paranoid. She was thinking that, somehow, Melody had seen her through her bedroom window, dealing with a wet bed, and was there to rub their switched positions in her face.
"I know it's a little late," Melody said, smiling at Sarah again in a way that she couldn't decide was creepy or just her imagination, "but I just wanted to say happy birthday."
"Oh!" Sarah giggled again, this time in relief then began to feel bad for suspecting the poor girl of some ulterior motive. "That's sweet of you, honey." She turned, giving the girl a hug. "And you came over in the rain to do it!"
Melody shrugged happily. "What's a little rain? I wanted to see you again!"
Sarah heart melted a little. "Aww, I missed you, too! I had so much fun watching you!"
Melody's smile froze, just slightly. "Fun?"
"Yeah!" Sarah replied enthusiastically. "You're a good kid! Or, I guess I should say you were a good kid... You're not really a kid anymore, are you?"
"No, not quite." Her voice sounded a little stiffer. "So, you had fun babysitting me, huh?"
"Of course!" Sarah rolled her eyes. "But you don't want to talk about that, do you? Didn't you say you wanted to do something fun? Why don't we watch a movie or something?"
"Actually, I do kind of want to talk about that," Melody interrupted. "I..."
"Look, there's no need to be embarrassed about what happened back then! You were a kid, it happens! Now you just wait here, and I'm going to run to the bathroom. Why don't you see if there's anything good on?" She picked up the remote from the coffee table, passing it over to Melody. She knew it was a little weird, hanging out with someone so much younger than her, but it wasn't like she had anything better to do herself. She had a feeling Melody wanted to hang out, too, and that was flattering. Despite everything that had happened to Sarah, the girl still looked up to her. It was nice to know somebody did. Once she got changed into real panties, she was sure she'd feel a lot better - she would probably have felt just as paranoid around anyone, with those on. "Or we could play a game or something. Whatever you want. Besides, I want to hear if you've got a boyfriend yet," she teased the girl as she got to her feet. "You're gonna stay, right?"
Melody sighed. "Yes, I'm going to stay, but I really want to talk to you about..."
"We'll have plenty of time to talk!" Sarah reassured her. "Just hang on a minute!"
She stepped around Melody's feet, heading out of the room, ready at last to be rid of her training pants, when Melody called out, "Hang on!" For a split second, Sarah worried that her shirt had ridden up, or her shorts down, that she'd just flashed her secret to her former charge. Instead, she heard, "Your butt's blinking."
"Huh?" Sarah tried to look behind herself, only to feel her phone being pulled from her pocket. "Huh... I didn't hear it go off. It's probably just a text from my roomie in college. I'll check it when I get back, okay?"
As she made her way through the house, she decided it wouldn't hurt to stop by the bathroom after all - she'd look awfully silly if she had to go again ten minutes after she sat back down from "going" this time. Not that she didn't feel just as silly, sitting on the toilet with her shorts and training pants at her ankles, peeing, but at least that was just a private humiliation, and one she wouldn't have to worry about again that day. Things were really shaping up, she thought happily. A nice, quiet, rainy day hanging out with a kid who thought she was a cool young adult was just what she needed to counteract the way the rest of her summer vacation had been going. Even that morning didn't seem so bad now, despite how utterly babyish her mother had made her feel, treating her like...
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of her mother, and, more importantly, her phone. She remembered now where that message had come from. And, more importantly, she knew about the rest of the conversation, the one that would load when someone went to check that latest addition. The one that was just a click away for anyone that had her phone. "Damn it!" she cursed under her breath. How had she been so stupid?!
She told herself she was being paranoid again, that she had no reason to think Melody would read her texts. The thought of seeing what older girls texted about probably held some allure, but surely she had some respect for Sarah's privacy. Besides, if she saw that the text was from Sarah's mother, she'd probably assume it wasn't anything important, anyway. She just needed to have a little more faith in the girl, that was all.
Even so, she wasn't going to leave Melody with the temptation to peek any longer than she needed to. She hopped up from the toilet, pulling everything back up, her hands feeling a little clumsy. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and she was sure it would continue to do so until she had the phone back in her hand. It would be a little more challenging than usual to get changed into her panties, but she wasn't about to go back out there without doing so.
She didn't bother washing her hands, just reached right for the doorknob, fumbling with it for a moment before getting ahold of it, pulling it open, starting to step out towards her room... And almost straight into Melody. She let out a little squeak as she stopped herself just in time.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" Melody apologized. "I just needed to go to the bathroom, too."
"Oh, okay," Sarah nodded, forcing a smile. "Well, it's right there."
"I see that," Melody replied, stepping back slightly to give Sarah room to slide past her, heart continuing to thump wildly as she eyed the girl, trying to figure out by looking at her if she'd seen the message or not, if that little smile she had was from that, or just because of the strange way Sarah knew she was acting. She didn't realize that, once she was out of the doorway, she'd kept staring at Melody until Melody said an awkward, "Yeah, I'll... be out in a minute... Okay?"
"Yeah!" Sarah gave an equally awkward laugh. "Sorry, just... spacing out."
"Okay..." Melody closed the door. Free from her gaze, Sarah began to bite her bottom lip, pondering what to do. If Melody hadn't been curious about the message before, would she connect the way Sarah was acting to that, and go down and have a look? Should she go grab the phone right away, then hope she got back to her room before Melody got out of the bathroom, to avoid any weird questions, or should she change now, then go get the phone?
She went with the latter, hurrying to her room and closing the door, fumblingly ripping down her shorts and training pants as she made her way over to her dresser. She stumbled a little, half-tripping herself as she kicked them free from one foot, only to step on them a moment later, but she managed to get them off, and stay standing. She pulled open the top drawer, grabbed the top pair of underwear - pink, decorated with black lace - and slid them on. After a morning in her training pants, they felt infinitely more sophisticated and comfortable, but she didn't have time to revel in that.
She picked up her discarded clothes, extracting the undergarment and stuffing it into her underwear drawer before stepping back into her shorts. Immediately, as she closed the dresser drawer, she felt better. Just as she'd thought, the regular panties helped put everything into perspective, helped remind her that she really was almost twenty, that Melody was just some kid - what could she do?
But she still didn't delay too much in getting back out of her room. She was glad to see that the bathroom door was still closed, and when she got to the living room, was even happier to see her phone sitting on the couch, face down. She mentally kicked herself for getting so worked up, slowing slightly as she made her way to the sofa and sank down into it, grabbing her phone. She flipped it over, and began to reach for the button to wake it, not realizing that the light that signified she had an unread message waiting for her was no longer flashing.
As the screen turned on, however, she did notice that the icon that told her the same thing was missing, and her heart skipped a beat, right as Melody leaned over the back of the couch and said, "Oh, by the way, you got a message. Hope you don't mind that I peeked." Despite all her protests to her mother that morning about not needing "protection", Sarah had to admit that she was glad she'd just gone to the bathroom.
Sarah's heart began pounding again. "I-I can explain, I just..."
"You'd better," Melody grinned. "If you don't take me with you on that cruise you won, I'll be mad!"
Sarah blinked, suddenly lost. "Huh?"
"I'm just joking. Don't you just hate spam texts? I just went ahead and deleted it."
"Oh, yeah." Melody chuckled, trying not to sound too relieved. "Yeah, they're the worst."