MIKE'S ACCIDENT Mike was 13 years old. He was in 7th grade. He was average. He wasn't a loser. But he wasn't in the "cool" group. He was in-between. Everything changed however, one night, it was a Friday. He stayed up and watched all the late night shows; he drank a lot of coke and water. Seeing as he had eaten popcorn and pretzels. He finally fell asleep, on the couch. He woke up, in a confused state, he felt a wet coldness under him and on the blanket he had. He had wet himself!!! "Oh, my God!" he screamed. His mom heard him. "Good morning Mi- Oh Mike! That's leather!" his mom said " I don't know what happen mom! I must have too much to drink or something." " Well, don't worry about it. It's probably just a one-time thing. I'll get this cleaned up," she said "Uuurrrgh, Thank you. I can't believe I did that!" mike said. As he walked away. Mike had a good day. He went over to his girlfriend's house. And then went to his friends house. That night, he watched SNL. He was drinking a lot again and his mom noticed. "Now mike, be careful how much you drink before bed...," she said. "Mom! I'm not gonna do that again! That was a once time occurrence." he said defensively. "Ok!" Unfortunately, he was wrong, On Sunday morning he again woke with a wet spot. This time he had been laying on the floor, as he had taken his contacts out and couldn't see from he couch. The carpeting was soked. And it was white. "FUCK!" head shouted. So angry he forgot his mom was home. "WHAT??" his mom screamed. " I wet again!" he said "damnit!" "Maybe its just because you are sleeping down here." his mom said. "We'll find out tonight." mike said. Mike helped his mom try and clean up, as he felt responsible. He had a boring day. He went online a little, played some games. But in the back of his head, he still couldn't figure it out. He hadn't wet his bed since he was like 6. He just didn't get it. That night, mike did drink anything. He tried not to anyway, but he had a glass after he brushed his teeth. That didn't matter though. When his Mom came in to wake him up at 6:10, he woke up wet. "Mike, you wet your bed again," she said "I think I'm going to pick you up some Pull-ups or something, I can't keep on washing everything you fall asleep on!" "Mom, I cant fit into those, I'm too big!" he said. "Well maybe there's something else, what are those things called, they're like big pull-ups, they don't have pictures on them?" she said. "Do you mean Goodnites?" Mike said. "Yea that's it!" she said. "Mom, come on, I don't wanna have to wear those!" he protested. "I can't keep having you wet mike, I'm going to have to." She said. With that Mike went off to school. During the day, his mom went to the store and bought some Goodnites, and a package of the largest Pull-ups. She had opened both of them and laid a few out on Mike's Dresser. Mike didn't get home until about 8:30, so he ate then. After he was done, his mom told him to start getting ready for bed, and that maybe it's because he's getting to bed too late. When he went upstairs, he brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he went into his room, he saw the Pull-ups. "Mom!" "Mike, I want you to use the Goodnites, ok, if you don't wet tonight, then we'll see," she said. "Fine! could you get out of the room though? I don't want you seeing me!" Mike said. "Mike, come on, it's not like I haven't seen it before!" "I don't care!" "Fine." She said and left the room. Mike took his pants and boxers off; he slid the Goodnite up his legs. It felt sooooooo weird. His mom then walked in, "Ok, is it clear?" she said. Mike was silent; he just got into his bed and asked his mom to turn the lights off. She did, she could understand how he must feel. And she hoped that it would stop too. But when she came in the next morning, it was the opposite. "Are you dry?" she said, enthusiastically. "Wha?" he said just waking up "Urgh, no!" he said He then got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took a shower, he left the wet Goodnite in there. When he was at school that day, everything was going pretty good, his classes had gotten his mind off the wetting, somewhat. However, in gym, everything fell apart. They had been playing volleyball, Mike had just spiked it over and it was in. The other team started to argue that he hit the net. He argued back. Before he knew it, he felt a warm feeling going down his legs, he looked behind him and everyone was just staring, they gym had gone quit. MIKE WAS WETTING HIMSELF. Just as he noticed this, he ran out of the gym and up to the office. He called his mom and told the secretary what happen, even though she could see it and smell it. His mom was there quickly. She got into the car. "We'll have to start using those Pull-ups now during the day" she said.