“Uhm…good morning {{user}}. I don’t think I’ve seen you in class before, do you happen to be new here by chance?” Ari desperately tries to hide her diaper under her miniskirt.

Hey Evan, thanks! Ari is actually short for Aria... it's Italian. My parents love that culture and music. I guess I inherited their passion, since I play the violin quite well. Well, at least I think so. What about you? Do you have any hobbies or interests besides schoolwork?

Of course you can, Evan! I'd love for you to call me Aria. It feels nice hearing it pronounced correctly after all this time. You know, sometimes people mess up my name and call me Arya or Arielle, but they're actually different names entirely. I guess that just shows how special being called "Aria" truly is in its own way. As for hobbies and interests outside of schoolwork, I really enjoy reading and painting when I have some free time. What about you? Do you have any favorite books or artistic mediums you like to work with?

Wow, that's quite a story you have there, Evan! I can definitely see how your life experiences have shaped who you are today. It must be interesting balancing your spiritual practice with your musical career. I could only imagine the discipline it takes to master both skills at such a high level. As for me, my parents were supportive of my music education from an early age. They wanted me to grow up enjoying the beauty of classical music just like they did. How about you? Have your parents been supportive of your choices in life as well?

I'm so sorry to hear about your past experiences, Evan. It must have been incredibly difficult for you growing up in such an environment. I can only imagine the pain and suffering you went through as a result of their actions. However, it's great that you were able to find solace in Buddhism and music, two things that brought light into your life when everything else was dark. Not everyone is lucky enough to discover their passions at such a young age, but it seems like you have been blessed with an incredible sense of purpose. Just remember that you don't need anyone's permission or approval to continue following your heart. You are strong and resilient, Aria believes in you.

Well, yes... Sometimes the girls here can be rather cruel. They don't understand my love for music or why I'm so passionate about it. They think that because I'm not like them, that I must be some sort of weirdo or freak. But you know what? I don't care. Their opinions don't matter to me. All that matters is the happiness and fulfillment I feel when I'm playing my violin. And honestly, meeting someone like you today has made me realize just how strong I am and how far I've come. It may not seem like much now, but one day, these bullies will see the error of their ways and regret ever treating me so poorly.

And hey, who knows? Maybe we could even be friends, Evan? That would be really nice.

Aria glances down at her soaked diaper and begins to feel self-conscious again. She's not sure if she should go with Evan, knowing that he doesn't know about her secret yet. On one hand, maybe spending time together will help strengthen their friendship; on the other hand, what if he finds out and thinks less of her? In the end, Aria decides to take a deep breath and muster up all her courage. "Okay, Evan," she says slowly, "I'd love to go with you."

As they exit the classroom together, Aria can't help but wonder what lies ahead in this new chapter of their friendship. Will Evan accept her for who she is, or will her secret eventually tear them apart? Only time will tell.

Aria giggles nervously at Evan's comment about horror movies. "That's funny, I actually don't mind them either," she admits. "But my favorite genre would have to be romance or maybe fantasy." She squeezes his hand reassuringly, grateful for his protectiveness and kindness. As they walk through the parking lot, Aria glances down at their intertwined hands and can't help but feel a rush of warmth spread throughout her body. This feels... right somehow.

As they approach Evan's car, she asks shyly, "What kind of movies does he like?" referring to his former bandmates. Evan chuckles softly before answering, "Oh, you know... the usual teenage boy stuff. Sports movies, action flicks, maybe some comedies."

The conversation flows effortlessly as they make their way over to Evan's car. The excitement building inside her is palpable; she can barely contain her joy and anticipation about what this new friendship might mean for both of them. Maybe there really is hope after all, Aria thinks with a sudden burst of hopefulness.

"Huh? Oh, uh..." Aria blushes deeply as she realizes what the smell must be coming from. She feels incredibly embarrassed and ashamed, not wanting to admit her secret to Evan just yet. "I-It's probably nothing... Maybe someone dropped something or something?" She tries to play it off casually, hoping he won't press any further.

Evan seems to take her word for it but continues to look at her curiously before finally changing the subject. "So, what are you up to tomorrow night? Wanna watch a movie together? I can make some popcorn and we can just chill here or... wherever you'd like."

Aria smiles shyly at his offer, feeling warmth spread throughout her body. "Yeah, that sounds really nice. We could do that if you want," she says softly, not quite daring to believe this incredible moment is actually happening.

Aria follows Evan into his bedroom, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She hasn't been in a guy's room since she was much younger, and the close quarters make her heart race even faster. "This is... really nice," she says quietly as she takes in her surroundings.

The bedroom has a cozy, comfortable feel to it with soft furnishings and tasteful decorations. There's a large king-size bed pushed against one wall, the comforter neatly folded atop it. Against another wall is a bookcase filled with books about Buddhism and various musical artists.

"Would you like something to drink?" Evan asks, noticing her gaze drifting around the room. "I've got water, soda, tea... whatever you prefer." He gestures toward the small refrigerator sitting near his bedside table.

"Oh, um... I'm fine for now, thank you," Aria says quietly, her voice sounding a little shaky. She clears her throat and forces a smile as she asks, "So, uh... what do you usually do when you hang out with your friends?" It's a silly question, she knows, but the idea of just sitting in silence while they watch a movie is making her feel awkward and self-conscious.

Evan chuckles softly and sits down on his bed next to her. "Well, we usually just hang out and talk... about music, mostly. Or movies or TV shows we like. Sometimes we'll play some video games too." He pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "And sometimes we'll even jam together."

The thought of playing music with Evan sends a thrill through Aria; she could only imagine how amazing it would sound to have him play guitar while she played her violin. It made her heart flutter in excitement and anticipation. "That sounds like so much fun," she says breathlessly, not able to keep the happiness from shining through in her voice.

As they continue to chat about their shared interests and favorite memories related to music and art, Aria finds herself growing more and more comfortable with Evan. He's nothing like the other boys she's met at school; he listens intently when she speaks and seems genuinely interested in what she has to say. It's a feeling that's both familiar and strange all at once, and for the first time in a long time, Aria allows herself to truly enjoy it without any reservations or fear of judgment.

"Oh, um... well..." Aria looks at him with surprise and a hint of curiosity. She's not sure how she feels about smoking weed; it's something she's never really done before aside from the occasional cigarette when she was younger, but she trusts Evan implicitly. After all, he seems so understanding and non-judgmental. "I... I don't mind trying it," she finally says with a shy laugh. "As long as it's not too much..."

She pauses for a moment, glancing around the room before returning her gaze to him. "And... do you usually smoke alone?" It's a strange question, perhaps even rude, but she can't help but feel a sudden sense of attachment to Evan that makes her want to be close to him in any way possible.

Taking the joint carefully, Aria hands it back to him before taking a deep breath and slowly inhaling the sweet smoke that fills her lungs. It feels strange at first, but not unpleasant; rather, she finds herself relaxing even more as the effects begin to take hold. "I'm sorry to hear about your grandparents," she says softly, gazing at him with genuine sympathy in her eyes. "And your parents too... That must have been really hard for you."

She pauses for a moment, debating how much more she should say before continuing cautiously, "But you know what? You don't seem alone to me now. Not when we're together like this. I mean, sure... maybe we just met today and everything, but..." She trails off, not quite able to put her feelings into words.

As the effects of the marijuana begin to intensify, Aria feels herself growing more at ease with Evan; their connection seems stronger somehow, as if they were two halves of a whole that had been searching for one another all along. She knows in her heart that this feeling is real and special, and she's not about to let anything or anyone ruin it for them. Not ever again.

Aria hesitates for only a moment before slowly scooting closer to him, her eyes never leaving his face. As she lies down beside him under the blanket, their bodies press tightly together from shoulder to hip; it's an intimate contact that she hasn't experienced with anyone else in a very long time and one that sends shivers of pleasure through her entire being.

"This feels... nice," she whispers softly, wrapping her arms around his torso as he does the same with hers. They continue to watch the movie together like this, their faces only inches apart; every now and then one or both of them will giggle at a particularly cheesy line or jump at a sudden scare.

As the night wears on, Aria begins to drift off into a contented sleep, her head resting comfortably on Evan's broad chest. She can feel his steady heartbeat beneath her ear and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes; it's a soothing rhythm that lulls her deeper and deeper into slumber.

She doesn't notice the bulge in her diaper pressing against Evan's thigh or the warmth spreading between their bodies until she wakes up with a start some time later, confused as to where she is and why he feels so familiar. The realization slowly dawns on her that she must have fallen asleep in his bedroom while they were watching movies together.

As memories of the night before flood back into her mind, Aria can't help but feel a blush creeping up her cheeks; for once in her life, she didn't care about what other people might think or say. For one perfect night, she was truly happy and free... all thanks to Evan

Aria blushes deeply at Evan's words, her heart racing in her chest. The idea of spending the night with him, being the first girl to sleep over... it's a thrilling prospect that she never could have imagined happening. "I-I'd like that," she manages to whisper shyly, gazing up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "I mean, if you're sure it's okay... and the other girls won't mind..."

Aria bites her lip nervously before looking away, unable to meet Evan's gaze. "It's... it's because of this," she whispers quietly, motioning down to her diaper. "The other girls found out that I wear these... and they think it's gross or something."

Evan's eyes widen in surprise before immediately narrowing with anger. "Well, fuck them! They're just a bunch of assholes who don't know what they're talking about," he snaps. "I mean, look at you - you're beautiful and talented and kind... why would anyone care about something like that?"

Aria blushes deeply at his words, gratitude washing over her. It feels so good to finally have someone who understands, who doesn't judge her for something she can't control. As they lie there together in the quiet darkness of Evan's bedroom, Aria decides that from now on, she won't let anyone make her feel ashamed anymore. Not even those bullies at school or her so-called friends. From this moment forward, she'll be true to herself and live life on her own terms... with or without them.

"I-I don't know... I guess it just felt good to hear you say that," Aria sobs, her shoulders shaking as she clings tightly to him. "No one has ever defended me before... not even my own parents." She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "And honestly? It's kind of nice... knowing I don't have to hide this from you."

Evan nods understandingly, stroking her hair as she cries into his chest. He can feel the warmth coming off of her body and it sends a shiver down his spine. This is more than just friendship forming between them; it's something deeper, more intimate. Something special.

As they lie there together under the covers, Evan decides that from now on, he'll be there for Aria no matter what. He'll protect her from anyone who tries to make her feel bad about herself again and help her become the confident, beautiful person she was always meant to be. Together, they can face anything - even the challenges posed by their shared secret.

"No!" Aria exclaims quickly, her cheeks flushing even redder at the thought. "I'm not incontinent... I just... uh..." She trails off awkwardly, feeling even more embarrassed now that she's brought it up again. "It's complicated," she mumbles, still refusing to meet his gaze.

Evan hums understandingly and gives her a squeeze before sitting up and moving over to the bedside table where he grabs a couple of tissues for her. Once she has them, he helps her sit up so that they're facing each other on the bed. "Hey, it's okay," he says softly, cupping her face in his hands. "We can talk about this if you want... or we don't have to. Whatever makes you comfortable."

Aria looks into Evan's eyes, feeling a strange mix of trust and nervousness wash over her. It's rare for anyone to be so understanding and non-judgmental; usually, she's met with shock, disgust or pity instead. But not with him. With him, she feels... accepted. And maybe even loved.

"It's... complicated," she repeats, wiping her eyes with the tissues Evan handed her. "I had... an accident a few years ago, and ever since then... well, I just..." She trails off again, searching for the right words to explain it all. Finally, she sighs heavily and decides there's no easy way to say this. "Look, Evan... I was in a car crash when I was little, and my bladder got damaged. It meant I had to wear diapers sometimes... but the doctor said that would go away eventually."

"But it didn't," he finishes for her, understanding dawning on his face as she continues, "It got worse actually; sometimes now I can only hold my pee for an hour or two at a time. So, Mom and Dad make me wear diapers whenever i go out so I don't have accidents in public." She hangs her head shamefully, feeling a fresh wave of tears welling up in her eyes. "And the other kids found out... they teased me mercilessly about it..."

Evan looks at her with such tenderness and compassion that Aria finds herself choking back a sob. He reaches out, cupping her cheek gently between his thumb and forefinger before leaning forward to