Vanessa's

A hangover cure to most people is nothing special, but to Vanessa it was an artwork she's spent years perfecting. In her mind, it was really simple; 4 slices of streaky bacon, 1 cheesy scrambled eggs (mature cheddar), 2 slices of fried bread and mushrooms all cooked in the bacon grease with added melted butter along with an banana (under ripe is best) and tall glass of full fat milk with 3 metal ice cubes to make it extra cold.

Without Lauren to bother her, it was pleasant making the meal even with the mad headache but once it was all prepared, she sat down and began enjoying herself in peace, up until she received a text from her mum saying 'have you kept up with laundry'... she had not, she as the only person in the house at the time capable of using the machine was supposed to use it weekly but now its been two weeks and the pile of clothes looked daunting. But it had to be done, and being well awake from her hangover cure, she decided it was best to start now.

First she went up to her bedroom, picking up all of the clothes she had left thrown on the floor before heading up to the bathroom to collect the washing bin which was now heavy and close to overfilling. About halfway down the stairs while slowly lugging the bin down Vanessa thought if she should have gone into Laurens room to grab the dirty clothes in there. She really didn't want to but since this was going to take multiple loads she really should just do it once the first amount of clothing is in.

Once in the washing room, Vanessa sat down on the floor with the bin and began separating out the colours from the whites, she was unsure why her mother was so adamant on this but she did it because it's best not to learn the hard way. In clearing out the bin the first item of interest was a bedsheet with a large yellow stain which Vanessa knew was not hers so could only be concluded to be Laurens and she must've accidentally dropped a cup of lemonade on her bed again (a surprisingly common occurrence). Moving on from that, she continued separating out the washing until she got to a second yellow-stained bedsheet this time with a much smaller stain, which is weird and Vanessa begin having questions but she continued onward anymore for not much longer until she pulled out one after the other pairs of stained panties and pyjama bottoms some still damp and sticky. In total around 7 panties and 12 pyjama bottoms.

In shock for a moment, Vanessa sat their confused trying to figure out what any of this could mean, until a small though entered her mind and out of compulsion pulled one of the pyjamas to her nose and smelt it. Immediate regret as it was distinctly urine. Vanessa chuckled menacingly at the thought but it couldn't be true, if Lauren the ice bitchy queen wets herself in bed near nightly and awake apparently from looking at the panties then she has no position of maturity or authority. Vanessa felt a sense of vindication but also doubt, like it cannot be true is insane.

Instead of putting them into one of the two piles, Vanessa laid the evidence out neatly side by side before taking a picture of them to send when ready. Setting the articles aside, Vanessa continues sorting the laundry until she was finally done and put the first load into wash. Once that was done, Vanessa felt pleased with herself but remembered Lauren most likely had clothing in her bedroom just laying out on the floor, not wanting to anger her (and it also now being a great time for more investigations) Vanessa decided to head up.

Once in Laurens room, she was disappointed to see clothing strewn all across everything but also surprisingly her bed has its sheets removed leaving the mattress bare showing a small yellow stain. Taking another photo, Vanessa was even more convinced but continued with her duty and started picking up the clothing, including that one lone sock which had rolled partway under Lauren bed; in picking it up Vanessa saw hidden was a thick pack of large diapers. So it really was true but it can't; there must be another explanation!

While having an internal crisis with herself, her phone gives off the notification sound as she receives a text; checking it she sees its from Britany reading

'haha,

you won't believe this!

Lauren just had an accident at work

her jeans are soaked

I had to send home early;

I'll send details later'