"Do you want to come to my room?" you ask Amy, mainly wanting to get away from the noise of the babyish TV program so you can chat, rather than anything else.
"Sure thing," Amy shrugs. "Just don't get any ideas, okay?"
Hurriedly you shake your head, a blush already springing to your cheeks.
"I wouldn't even dream of it," you swallow.
"Really?" Amy responds coquettishly, brushing past you to lead the way. "Are you sure?"
"Um, yeah," you squirm, wondering how she even knows the way, or if she's going on intuition. Nevertheless, you can't help but follow her, and soon find yourself back in the simple room where you've yet to even unpack.
When you get there, Amy looks around, rather unimpressed,
"Huh, doesn't look like you've got much to do in here," she appraises bluntly. "Interesting decor, though, for a teenage boy."
"Hey, I only just moved in, remember," you exclaim, wondering if she's only messing around with you. "It was Lisa's room, apparently."
"Well, I'd see about getting some posters up, if I were you," Amy wanders over to poke around the cupboards rather aimlessly. "At least a music-player or something like that."
"I guess," you murmur, kinda regretting bringing her in her given that there's nothing much here except sitting on the bed and talking to offer right now. Amy, however, seems less interested in doing that, and more in looking through the bedroom cupboards as if she owns the place. It might bother you if you had anything in them, but as it stands, you're kind of interested if she might find anything as a conversation starter.
As it turns out, that's exactly what happens, though not with anything of the kind you might have thought. Most of the cupboards seem to be empty, but when Amy gets to the wardrobe, she finally comes up with something.
"Hey, what's this?" she hefts up a sizable box of what appear to be girlish disposable diapers from the bottom. "Yours, Brett?" she enquires guilelessly, with a grin.
"I imagine they're probably Lisa's," you respond hurriedly. "Joanne must have left them here."
"Oh, I don't know," Amy grins, touting them, and blatantly playing with you now. "These look a little too big for that. I reckon they're definitely meant for you."
"Oh yeah, ha ha," you roll your eyes.
"No, I'm serious," Amy inspects the packaging with methodical irony. "These'd fit you, I'm sure." She looks up at you with a mischievous gleefulness in her eye. "Go on, I dare you! I dare you to put one on."
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