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[Sophie ♥]

This is a new story I'm working on. I will welcome comments and criticisms even MORE than usual, because this is one of those "I need to know what my readers are thinking" stories. The first few chapters, however, are likely to be very traditional. Still, comments welcome.

As for new chapters, I'll post chapter numbers and names in the topic description after every update.

I hope this story lives up to everyone's standards.
As for everyone new to my stories, if you like what you read.. check out my other works.

-Sophie

[Sophie ♥]

Good Morning
By: Baby Sophie


Chapter 1: Ross & Rachel (Ironically Introduced)

It would be lying to say I was excited to share a room with Arianna Ross. She and I had Honors Biology last year in high school, and we didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on most things. For example, she thought because I could afford designer skirts and never missed a chance to show off my boobs that I was an egocentric whore, sort of the way I saw her thrift store indie look as trashy. Needless to say, when I walked into my dorm at Princeton University and saw her sitting on the bed by the window, we shared a combined groan.

“Isn’t there a way to get reassigned?” I scowled, tossing my bags on the available bed.

“Rooming assignments are random,” Arianna retorted, facing the ceiling and laying on the better of mattresses. I’d wanted the window.

“This is going to be Hell.”

“We might as well get along, Rachel,” she said flatly. “It’ll be a long year if we don’t.”

Arianna managed to stay in the room only long enough for me to put on my bed sheets, assuring I couldn’t claim her side of the room. She had one of those natural kinds of beauty, never needing makeup or nail polish. Her face was very rounded, almost chubby, but her body was thin. She had quite a chest for a girl only 5’4, but I held no animosity – I had at least a cup size on her, and probably two inches in height. She may be pretty, but not seductive.

We didn’t talk until after dinner. She went down to the student lounge so I ordered a pizza for myself. I was still eating when she came back, chipper and smiling. I ignored her “hello” and finished dinner, leaving the leftovers in the fridge on the far side of our half-furnished common room. We were one of five suites in the whole building that didn’t have an extra bedroom and two other people.

The rest of the night went uneventful. Arianna kept herself busy with unpacking while I set up the television and watched it attentively. She’d often walk into the common room for one thing or another and kept that plastic smile stuck to her face. I commended her persistence, but there wasn’t much she could say or do to make me like her. It was just one of those relationships – doomed from the start.

That night, Arianna slept on the couch. Actually, for the whole week before classes began, the only non-friendly act she carried out consistently was refusing to sleep in the same room as me. For a while, I wasn’t bothered; having the room to myself was a blessing. But as her gestures extended from a cheerful hello to buying me breakfast, I started to wonder why she insisted on avoiding me at night.

The first morning of classes, I woke up to her rummaging through drawers. My brilliance obviously outshined hers as I didn’t sign up for any classes that started before noon. I shrugged out of bed nonetheless as I watched her pin up her bangs with a bobby pin, the long wavy brown hair still bouncing off her shoulders. She wore a pair of blue skinny jeans and a purple t-shirt, covered by a long sleeved grey cardigan. A pair of black converse was already laced on her feet, and as I took my first real steps toward the common room I glanced sideways to her tidy sheets.

“What is your problem anyway?” My voice was groggy.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, decorating her hair with a blue bow. “I’ve been a saint since we got here.”

“You make it so apparent on the first day that the bed by the window is yours, and then you sleep on the couch every night.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, Rachel, if it means so much to you, we can trade beds.”

“What is it? You can’t sleep in the same room as me? Are you afraid I’m going to do something?”

“No,” she said flatly.

“Then what the hell is your problem!” I screamed, only a foot from her face now.

She frowned and walked around me into the common room. I followed her, grabbed her shoulders and spinning her around, pushing her back hard against the wall. Color flooded her usually pale face, turning red from either anger or embarrassment.

“Tell me!” I demanded.

She pushed me back a few steps, releasing my grip. “Because I wet the bed,” she screamed, “and at night I wear diapers! And, you know what? I am not going to brave that damn couch anymore just because I’m afraid what you’ll think of me. Maybe I’ll get lucky and you won’t be a total bitch about this!”

Then the door slammed and Arianna was gone.

[JDL23]

I like the way you write this story. You've really painted both characters as distinctive, and Rachel provides some good and colorful narration. And there's a good buildup to the final bit of dialogue.

There, I hope that was a positive enough review. Now I'll have to look for your other stories!

[Sophie ♥]

There, I hope that was a positive enough review. Now I'll have to look for your other stories!

Thank you!

And they're at the bottom of every single one of my posts. See? Just below the -Sophie!

-Sophie

[diaper24/7]

Another good story from you and look forward to more .

[Pudding]

I love it so far ♥ I really love the additional descriptions of Arianna, and on the whole you're fantastic at painting a vibrant picture. I'm super pleased with the revised ending of the first chapter, too!
More Soapy, More!

[lonewolf]

good gob keep it up

[WriteAndLeft]

I like the story so far. However I didn't get enough story to tell if I like it or not. However, if it is anything as good as what I read of yours in the past, I will love it.

By the way, how was your first semester? Please fill us in.

[dldad]

A good start and will wait for further chapters to see what develops in the dorm.

[Sophie ♥]

Uhm. Hi. Thanks everyone, for comments and stuff.

I am working on chapter two.. but not avidly. I do know what I want to do with this story, but the transitional period that chapter two provides has me stumped...

Anyway, this update is just to say that I'm doing my best and I promise to have a new chapter soon.

-Sophie

[Frink]

Sudden twist: Alien invasion, but this time, it's personal.

I hope the block breaks, 'cuz I was liking the first chapter.

[Sophie ♥]

I just need to consult some of my smarter writing-oriented friends. Then I'll work something out...

-Sophie

[PArms]

I just need to consult some of my smarter writing-oriented friends. Then I'll work something out...

-Sophie

Oh, that leaves me out.

[Total Trash]

Even if the beginning isn't as original as some of your other stories, your talent for writing is keeping me eagerly anticipating more.

[Sophie ♥]

^ It gets "original" Sophie brand original, which is pretty damn original!

-Sophie

[Sophie ♥]

Chapter Two: Out of Sight (Yet, Still Mindful)

The following night, after an entire day of not talking to me, Arianna slept in her bed for the first time. I stayed on the couch for as long as I could, but after a while my eyes grew heavy. I retired to my room and drew the covers over my bare feet, turning toward the wall in attempt to ignore the small lump of blankets moving rhythmically to Arianna’s breathing.

In the end, all attempts were futile. As tired as I was, I couldn’t slip away from the reality of Arianna’s problem. It was something I simply couldn’t wrap my head around. Just the notion of her wearing a diaper, at that very moment, eight or so feet away from me, was discerning. I wanted to be sensitive to her needs, but I couldn’t get comfortable.

I continued to lay quietly with closed eyes, waiting for sleep to take me. It was after quite some time, and perhaps as I was already drifting into unconsciousness, when Arianna turned in her bed, shifting away from the window toward me. The crinkling of plastic pierced the eerie nighttime silence. Even after the moment ended, the noise still resonated in my ears.

“Some water might do me good,” I whispered to myself and crept out of bed. The cold kitchen tile stung as I danced across it on the balls of my feet. I snatched a cup from one of the cupboards and filled it with water from the sink, making my way out of the kitchen and onto the carpet. The whole place seemed drafty in comparison to the small space under my blanket.

I failed to drink most of my water. I was hardly thirsty – only looking for an excuse to escape my discomfort for a moment or two. It seemed to do the trick, but I wasn’t eager to go back to bed. Instead, I took a sleeping pill from the bathroom cabinet and returned to the television. My attentiveness lingered for only a minute, and after a few more I was prepared to go back into my room. Sure enough, my head hit the pillow and I was out like a light.

Luckily, things became easier as the week progressed. I’m not saying the discomfort lessened, but I learned to fall asleep despite it. Arianna began talking to me again the following morning like our argument never happened. She was back to her sickly-sweet self, and I did my best to return the favor. Still, all our conversations were forced. Neither of us seemed to like it, but it was a step in the right direction.

The diaper thing didn’t seem to pose a problem. Because she had morning classes and mine were in the afternoon, she’d always change for bed long before I did. Then, by the time I was ready to sleep, she was already out. Only once, Wednesday I think, did she come out to get water an hour after having changed for bed. I merely turned up the volume on the television and kept my eyes forward. It was a system I thought would work, but no schedule is constant.

Friday night I was lucky. I went to one of those “nice to meet you” beginning of the year parties, and by the time I got home (slightly tipsy and incredibly late, I might add) Arianna was already asleep. I had the luxury of passing out instantly upon crawling into bed. Then, Saturday morning, Arianna had already left by the time I woke up. Everything seemed almost cosmic in its perfection.

Alas, karma played a cruel joke Saturday night as I stepped into my apartment. As with the night before, I came home dreadfully late and moderately drunk. Arianna was on the couch rubbing her eyes with a book in her lap.

“I woke you?” I asked dizzily as I remembered closing the door a bit too hard.

“It’s fine,” she said, climbing up from the couch and placing her book on the shelf. She stepped into our room first and I followed.

I didn’t waste time slipping my jeans off and pulling on pajama pants. I didn’t bother with my shirt or makeup – I only wanted my bed. But as I sat down on it, I looked up at Arianna with her arms crossed.

“Huh?” I pushed my eyebrows together.

“Can I have a bit of privacy, please?” she asked me.

“No,” I said and put my head down on the pillow, facing her. “What’s the big deal? Shy?”

“Actually, I am.” Politeness was leaving her.

“Oh, you need a diaper.” I’d honestly forgotten, and even that line wasn’t meant to be said aloud. We hadn’t spoken a word of it since she told me and I had intended to keep it that way.

“Yes,” she said with acidity in her voice. “Now get out.”

“You get out,” I said as I sat up. The room moved along with me.

“Excuse me?”

“You. Get. Out.”

“It’s not exactly easy to change myself on the floor of that tiny bathroom!” She was yelling now, which seemed to make the room sway faster. “It’s not so much to ask you stand in the common room for a minute!”

“It is so much to ask!” I had stood up somewhere in that sentence. The two inches I had on her empowered me. “It’s a lot to ask, having to sleep next to you every night knowing at any moment you might just piss yourself. It’s fucking disgusting is what it is!”

She blinked twice, taking half a step backward. “It’s not like I can control it!” she spat – less anger now, more… something.

“Why not, huh? Did you get in a car crash? Did you fall from something? You have a physical problem?”

“No!” Shame – that’s what she was showing more of.

“Then stop being such a fucking baby!”

We both stood there in silence. She persistently kept eye contact, even when I saw them start to water. But I was in no mood. Instead, I turned and walked out of the bedroom, out of the suite, grabbing only my purse before slamming the door shut behind me.

Luckily, it was still the warm part of September. There weren’t many places to go this late at night – most of the parties were over, and even if they weren’t I wouldn’t go in my pajamas. Instead I walked across campus to the other dormitories and rapped on the door marked A15.

“It’s three in the morning,” Carrie said as she opened the door.

“I can’t go home,” I said, storming past Carrie and into her suite.

“You’re drunk.” Carrie chained the door shut and helped me to the couch, where she sat next to me.

“Marginally,” I said.

“Why can’t you go home?” she asked me. The one thing I loved about Carrie Ballenger was her attentiveness. We’d been friends since middle school, and have yet to argue about anything.

“Arianna,” I explained flatly.

“What’d she do?”

“She was pushing my buttons! I just wanted to go to sleep.”

“You’re going to have to start at the beginning,” Carrie said, standing to make coffee.

“Well, she wets the bed. And I came home – ”

“Wait,” Carrie interrupted. “How old is she?”

“Eighteen? Nineteen? I don’t know.” Carrie whistled quietly before she let me continue. “So I’ve spent a week now sleeping in the same room as her. It’s just disgusting.”

“What’s going on out here?” That was Melanie, Carrie’s roommate. I’d met her only once. She’s short – very short – and quite fat. Still, she seems popular – always with the right people.

“Don’t tell her anything,” Carrie sighed. “She’s a total blabbermouth.”

“I don’t care,” I vented. “I don’t care who knows!” Then I looked at Melanie. “Arianna Ross still wets the bed, and you can tell whoever the fuck you want!”

Sure enough, Melanie did just that.

[Pudding]

I adore the drama, and I know deep down Rachel knows she's gone too far, but she'll never admit it. And that's what is going to make it all so much fun ☆ Poor Ari, tho! I had her face painted clearly in my head when I read that part ;_;

Looking super forward to the next chapter, already!~

[PArms]

There's worms crawling across my screen. Who opened the can of worms? Rachel!! Rachel certainly has problems. How unsympathetic can one get?

[WriteAndLeft]

Continue. I just wish Rachel wasn't so mean to Ari. It is getting better.