"Hey," Zach said, making his first attempt with a tall blonde girl in a two piece bathing suit, "This is a pretty good party!"
"Yeah, isn't it? This is so great! I'm having so much fun right now!" Zach was surprised at how easy it was.
"You mind if I sit down here, um-"
"It's Monica, and no, I don't mind."
"Monica. Nice to meet you, I'm Zach." He took a seat next to her.
"Hi," she said. "So, how long have you been on the island?"
Zach stuck his finger up his nose, then answered as he pulled out a wet, green booger. "Oh, my friends and I just got in a little while ago, and we didn't really want to waste too much time." 'Why did I just pick my nose?' he thought to himself. Luckily, Monica had closed her eyes as she fluffed her hair.
"Wow, so you're new here! Cool! So how old are you?"
"I'm six- ahem, thirteen." Six? What was he thinking? He had to distract Monica from his blunder. "You wanna swim?"
"Sure! Come on!" Monica walked down to the other end of the pool and stepped in. "Brrr! It's cold!" Monica giggled, then held out her arms. Zach was confused. "Come on, Zachary, don't worry, the water won't hurt you! Jump in!"
Zach looked at Monica hesitantly as she gestured him towards her. He stuck his hand in his pants and played with himself momentarily before jumping into the arms of his dream girl.
"Good job, Zachie! And look, with your wingies, you can float!" Zach stared at the water wings on his arms, jaw agape, drool falling onto his chin. He splashed his arms up and down, then reached out to Monica, hugging her. Monica hugged him back, and when he decided to begin a makeout session, she obliged once again, kissing him passionately for several minutes.
"Oh, Zachawy, you'we so adowaboe," she whispered in his ear.
"You wook so bootiful in youw bayding suit," he said, kissing her cheek. "My tummy huwts, Monnie."
"You 'tay?" At this, Zachary grunted, pushing a massive poop into his swim diaper. "Uh-huh. I 'tay now. I do poopy." They both giggled. "You poopy? I pee-pee my diapooh!" They giggled again.
"How ol'doo, Monnie?"
Monica responded with an honest answer. "I fo' yeas ode."
"Me too! But I bib-boy a minna go!"
"I know, ann' I gotted boobies a'fore! But I wike my diapooh. Ann' big girls no got diapoohs. 'Dey gots pannies. Ann' I no wike-"
"I wubboo, Monnie," Zachary said. "I wubboo too, Zachawy." The toddler couple kissed again, drooling all over each other, then waddled their messy bottoms out of the pool and into Monica's motel room, hand in hand and thumb in mouth.