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The Curse of the Diaper pt. 2
Josephine stretched as she awoke, being glowered at by the sunlight striking through the curtains. She could hear Mai and Lucy's loud snores echoing through the thin walls. Rosie had seemingly already got up, as her duvet had been shifted over to one side. She didn't bother to change from her short nightwear and stepped dully down the stairs. Josephine came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs to hear the booming TV. It wasn't playing their usual teenage shows, but the friendly songs of Barney the Dinosaur.
'Morning Josie!' Said Rosie brightly, eyes intent to the playful show being displayed onto the screen. She was sat, legs crossed, before the TV, nodding her head contentedly to the theme tune.
'You're joking, right?' Said Josephine.
'Um -,' began Rosie, unsure of the correct answer Josephine was now tapping her foot for. She settled for, 'yes.'
'Well, can you please turn it down? I've got a hangover like all hell over here. I'm surprised you don't too, the amount we drunk last night.'
As Josephine turned to lumber into the kitchen and make an extremely strong coffee, Rosie frowned drearily, flicking the channel to MTV. She had no interest in "16 and pregnant".
Now, Josephine was sure this had just been a badly-manoeuvred joke, but that day something just wasn't right with Rosie. For starters, she wore clothes that none of them even knew she had: a cute pink top, layered by snug overalls just reaching past her knees.
Also, she didn't seem down to Earth. Whilst they were talking about boys (usually Rosie's favourite topic) she hadn't seemed intrigued, or even vaguely caring of the matter. There had to be something the problem, because when she was actually interested in something, it was bounding around outside like a rabid dog.
When Rosie went to bed at 7pm, Josephine knew it was time to discuss this oddity. Josephine sat up eagerly on the leather couch.
'Don't you think there's something strange going on with Rosie?'
Mai and Lucy exchanged a perplexed glance.
'No,' said Mai flatly, 'maybe her fashion sense got a bit mixed up in that strange mind of hers, but everything else seems the same.'
'I kind of liked it,' said Lucy, 'those overalls were lively. I think they'll come back this year.'
'Excuse me?' Said Mai. 'You liked it? If you liked her outfit then I swear I am going to -'
They were silenced by an abrupt clearing of the throat coming from Josephine.
'Anything on Rosie?'
'For the second time, she was fine today. It must be all this country air getting into your system,' said Mai.
Josephine still wasn't convinced, but nevertheless dropped the matter.
After another night of drinking raucously, watching many films and chatting vigorously, Josephine trekked upstairs to bed. For some reason the inquiries of Rosie had disappeared from her mind. She smiled drunkenly as she rested her head into her soft pillow. Perhaps Mai had been right. All of those small problems had probably been all in her head. She had been stupid.
Later that night, the door to Josephine and Rosie's room creaked open. Rosie stood, glaring behind her at the dormant Josephine.
'Soon,' she said, before silently scuttling down the stairs.
Josephine stretched as she awoke, being glowered at by the sunlight striking through the curtains. She could hear Mai and Lucy's loud snores echoing through the thin walls. Rosie had seemingly already got up, as her duvet had been shifted over to one side. She didn't bother to change from her short nightwear and stepped dully down the stairs. Josephine came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs to hear the booming TV. It wasn't playing their usual teenage shows, but the friendly songs of Barney the Dinosaur.
'Morning Josie!' Said Rosie brightly, eyes intent to the playful show being displayed onto the screen. She was sat, legs crossed, before the TV, nodding her head contentedly to the theme tune.
'You're joking, right?' Said Josephine.
'Um -,' began Rosie, unsure of the correct answer Josephine was now tapping her foot for. She settled for, 'yes.'
'Well, can you please turn it down? I've got a hangover like all hell over here. I'm surprised you don't too, the amount we drunk last night.'
As Josephine turned to lumber into the kitchen and make an extremely strong coffee, Rosie frowned drearily, flicking the channel to MTV. She had no interest in "16 and pregnant".
Now, Josephine was sure this had just been a badly-manoeuvred joke, but that day something just wasn't right with Rosie. For starters, she wore clothes that none of them even knew she had: a cute pink top, layered by snug overalls just reaching past her knees.
Also, she didn't seem down to Earth. Whilst they were talking about boys (usually Rosie's favourite topic) she hadn't seemed intrigued, or even vaguely caring of the matter. There had to be something the problem, because when she was actually interested in something, it was bounding around outside like a rabid dog.
When Rosie went to bed at 7pm, Josephine knew it was time to discuss this oddity. Josephine sat up eagerly on the leather couch.
'Don't you think there's something strange going on with Rosie?'
Mai and Lucy exchanged a perplexed glance.
'No,' said Mai flatly, 'maybe her fashion sense got a bit mixed up in that strange mind of hers, but everything else seems the same.'
'I kind of liked it,' said Lucy, 'those overalls were lively. I think they'll come back this year.'
'Excuse me?' Said Mai. 'You liked it? If you liked her outfit then I swear I am going to -'
They were silenced by an abrupt clearing of the throat coming from Josephine.
'Anything on Rosie?'
'For the second time, she was fine today. It must be all this country air getting into your system,' said Mai.
Josephine still wasn't convinced, but nevertheless dropped the matter.
After another night of drinking raucously, watching many films and chatting vigorously, Josephine trekked upstairs to bed. For some reason the inquiries of Rosie had disappeared from her mind. She smiled drunkenly as she rested her head into her soft pillow. Perhaps Mai had been right. All of those small problems had probably been all in her head. She had been stupid.
Later that night, the door to Josephine and Rosie's room creaked open. Rosie stood, glaring behind her at the dormant Josephine.
'Soon,' she said, before silently scuttling down the stairs.
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