This morning has been one of the most frightening experiences of my life. I mean...one not including Proxies or violence. A non-Slenderman/Proxy related scary experience. There we go. :)
Mystery was bothered by that dream, but she doesn't think Thuggee sent it to her. Anyway, I was sitting on Tim's bed while he was in the kitchen, I believe, trying unsuccessfully to make some new clothing for Rodi. Mystery came in and said she wanted to talk to me, quite nervously...I thought I was in trouble at first, when she shut the door and stared at me for a while, her hands clasped tightly by her legs. It was suspicious, though, how embarrassed she looked when she came in.
"What's going on, Mystery?"
I had thought about saying, "What's up?" but thought it might have been weird if I did. I heard it on TV once, but those shows aren't very realistic.
She was blushing just a little, not really looking me in the eyes.
"I saw your comment on my post, Trina. About my dream."
"I...I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"
"No, no! I just figured...you know, since you're a big girl now, sharing a bedroom with a boy, I should talk to you...about the rules."
"What rules? I know how to be good."
"Oh, yes, I know. But since you were talking about...babies...you must know then, at least what happens in a bedroom..." She looked really embarassed. "With a boy and a girl?"
"Um...they sleep together?"
This was getting uncomfortable.
"Not exactly, Trinity..."
"I don't get it. What are you trying to say?"
"Trina..." Mystery finally looked at me and took a deep breath, slapping her hands on her thighs. "You know there has to be a Mommy and a Daddy to make a baby, right?"
"And before the baby is born, it grows bigger and bigger in the Mommy's belly?"
"But before any of that happens...They have to...make the baby first."
"Oh...Well, I never really spent much time thinking about it. That wasn't exactly the first thing on my list."
And that's when she explained it to me. The whole thing. During it, my face probably looked like I was watching someone eat their own feces...But that couldn't even come close to how gross I felt during this conversation. I'm just glad...SO GLAD that Timothy wasn't in the room during this...awful...terrible experience. That reminds me...I better not be there if she decides to talk to Tim about...this.
"But...Mystery...That's awful. A watermelon-sized object isn't supposed to come out of a pea-sized hole!"
You're probably wishing I hadn't shared that thought with you. But I did.
At least you haven't been scarred so badly, you'll never feel comfortable sleeping next to your male friend again...He will always be a reminder of the day Mystery ruined my childhood.
But I still love Mystery.