Yeah I don't even. If it's even a warning, there is discussion of bedwetting, as well as self harm. So ya know, if that's a problem, I would sit this one out.
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Episode 80: Rocker girl meets bedwetting boy
"Why were Annie's sheets wet this morning?" Lucy asked. James stumbled in to a plant when he heard those words.
"Um, she was suuuper drunk when I brought her home last night," James lied, his red face giving him away.
"But her clothes weren't wet when we dragged her home," Lucy pointed out.
"Maybe she changed," James shrugged. "I mean it's not like I was the one who wet her bed. I'm nineteen!"
"Yeah, that's true," Lucy reasoned, that statement being all she needed to hear to confirm what she had originally thought. The elevator dinged then.
"You want me to come upstairs with you?" James asked.
"Nah, I'll be good," Lucy assured him. "But I'll call if I need anything though, okay?"
"Okay. Night Lucy," James said, waiting for the elevator doors to shut before losing it and stomping back to the apartment. How could he have said those things! She probably knew now and thought he was a baby. Why would she want to hang out with him? And that silly little crush he'd had on her since the day she moved in had no chance of blooming in to anything now! He stomped into the apartment and upstairs, anger still raging inside of him. He passed out in bed before he had even changed in to pajamas.
MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS.....
"Carlos, please, how bad was it?" Camille begged. "She's made a slip or two before when I wasn't careful enough."
"Camille this one was bad," Carlos started off.
"How bad?" She asked, tears already in her eyes.
"Carlos?" Katie mumbled from behind them. Everyone looked up at her.
"Katie, can you come here please?" Logan asked gently. "I think we need to talk."
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Episode 80: Rocker girl meets bedwetting boy
"Why were Annie's sheets wet this morning?" Lucy asked. James stumbled in to a plant when he heard those words.
"Um, she was suuuper drunk when I brought her home last night," James lied, his red face giving him away.
"But her clothes weren't wet when we dragged her home," Lucy pointed out.
"Maybe she changed," James shrugged. "I mean it's not like I was the one who wet her bed. I'm nineteen!"
"Yeah, that's true," Lucy reasoned, that statement being all she needed to hear to confirm what she had originally thought. The elevator dinged then.
"You want me to come upstairs with you?" James asked.
"Nah, I'll be good," Lucy assured him. "But I'll call if I need anything though, okay?"
"Okay. Night Lucy," James said, waiting for the elevator doors to shut before losing it and stomping back to the apartment. How could he have said those things! She probably knew now and thought he was a baby. Why would she want to hang out with him? And that silly little crush he'd had on her since the day she moved in had no chance of blooming in to anything now! He stomped into the apartment and upstairs, anger still raging inside of him. He passed out in bed before he had even changed in to pajamas.
MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS.....
"Carlos, please, how bad was it?" Camille begged. "She's made a slip or two before when I wasn't careful enough."
"Camille this one was bad," Carlos started off.
"How bad?" She asked, tears already in her eyes.
"Carlos?" Katie mumbled from behind them. Everyone looked up at her.
"Katie, can you come here please?" Logan asked gently. "I think we need to talk."
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