A Secret's Only A Secret If You Keep It To Yourself

Chapter 2

Tommy twisted, jumping in the air and slapping down the basketball. It wasn't exactly fair since Richie wasn't good at sports, not to mention he was a bit too small for a thirteen year old but Tommy had never been the type to just let someone beat him at something and Richie took it all in good fun.

"You never came over," Richie panted, bending over and putting his hands on his knees. "It was a killer D&D game. Plus we had soda and snacks and we watched the new Moana and...."

While Richie prattled on about the weekend that Tommy had missed, Tommy couldn't help but remember the weekend that he didn't. He had spent three days of bliss, swaddled in a stolen diaper, comfy cozy on the couch with an old stuffed animal watching cartoons. The memory of warm liquid pooling between his thighs was enough to make his belly tickle.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Maybe we can do something tonight?" Tommy asked half heartedly when all he could really think about was some way to get another diaper even though he promised himself that it would be a one time thing. He was a teenager now and there wasn't a girl in the entire school that would be interested in a big boy baby.

Richie was already shaking his head. "That's a big negative ghost rider. I'm going to my dad's. He's picking me up at five."

"Uh, bro," Tommy said, holding up his arm so Rich could see his Ironman watch. "It's fucking five fifteen."

Richie's eyes went wide. "Aghh! Clown! Why didn't you tell me?"

"What!?" Tommy cried in exasperation. "Like how was I supposed to know?"

They jogged back ... Well they jogged back for a bit.. until Richie had to use his inhaler and finally just accepted the fact that he was late. Slapping hands, the split off and Tommy walked the rest of the way home, letting that inner child take over, skipping over cracks and bounding into puddles until one finally splashed straight up his shorts and soaking his underwear causing him to yelp loudly.

A bark of laughter sounded and Tommy looked up to find Aiden Mitchell watching him. Aiden was some sort of baseball prodigy or something, the tall golden boy that everyone loved.

"Yeah, yeah, bro, real fucking funny!" Tommy said, rolling his eyes and pulling at the shorts plastered to his skin.

Aiden laughed again, shooting him the bird. "Your fault."

Tommy shrugged, making his way up the steps to the apartment building.

"Oh, hey, I know you," Aiden said, squinting his overly green eyes. "We have the same history class."

Tommy stopped for a second to look at him in disbelief. "We do."

"Yeah!" Replied frowning slightly. "Don't you recognize me?"

Tommy almost slapped his forehead in exasperation. "That wasn't a question man. We have went to the same school for two years."

"Oh," Aiden said with a shrug. "You live here?"

Tommy fought the urge to say something snarky. "Yes, I live here," he responded instead, his tone clipped and irritated. Aiden wasn't the kind of boy that would usually talk to someone like him. He was more of the type to call everyone "man" because he didn't bother to learn their names, shooting off finger guns like an asshole in highschool musical and even worse, people loved him for it.

"Me too, or I do now at least," Aiden continued even though Tommy had walked past him. "I just moved in. Apartment 422."

Tommy sighed inwardly. Of course. The apartment across from his. "That's crazy man... Y'know.. with what happened in there. I'm surprised they let anyone move in, but I guess if they cleaned up all the blood."

"Blood? What blood?" Aiden asked, his eyes a bit wide.

"Wouldn't be surprised if it was haunted." Tommy continued, pulling the door open. " Good luck Aiden. "

" Ghosts! Hey man-"

Aiden's voice was cut off by the door closing and Tommy couldn't help but smile as he thumbed the button to the elevator. Everyone loved a good ghost.