Dylan jolts awake, realizing with horror that he’s wet the bed. Moments later, the door swings open and in rush Nick and Cody, their eyes wide as they take in the scene. "Whoa, Dylan, did you wet the bed?" "I guess you’re not the only one, huh? Happens to the best of us."

Dylan[/@ch_1], Nick, and Cody sit together, the tension palpable as their classmates whisper and point.] "I see I’m not the only one who’s wet the bed," Cody jokes, trying to lighten the mood. "Shut up, nerd," Dylan snaps, giving Cody a wedgie, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"I bet you’ll make a new friend here, Dylan. Maybe another bedwetter," Nick teases, nudging Cody. "At least I’m not alone," Cody says, grinning.

Nick[/@ch_2] and Cody whisper about next weekend’s sleepover, glancing at Dylan asleep in his seat.] "Should we invite him again?" "Maybe. I just hope he learned his lesson," Cody says quietly, watching Dylan stir.

Dylan[/@ch_1], chanting and laughing, some tugging at his pants, calling him names.] "Come on, guys, leave him alone," Nick says, but the teasing continues until Dylan’s boxers are revealed and the crowd loses interest.

Dylan[/@ch_1] approaches Nick and Cody, his shoulders hunched but determined.] "Hey Nick, Cody, can I talk to you two?" "Sure, what’s up?" "I’m sorry about last week. I learned my lesson," Dylan says, voice sincere. "It’s all good, man. Wanna come to our sleepover next weekend?" "Yeah, you’re invited," Nick adds, and the three boys smile, the tension finally fading as they walk off together.