Ever since we were little kids, my friend Nola could not use the bathroom by herself. I always had to go with her.

"Elon, I need to pipi."

"Then go. Why do you need me?"

"Please, Elon! Come with me!"

Why? Why did she want me to go to the bathroom with her? It's disgusting, I hated it! But I had to, because I felt bad for her. I don't know why. maybe I was too good of a kid. I did get good grades, listened to my parents, obeyed orders, blah blah blah. I was a good kid.

Maybe that was the problem.

I saw her, just dancing and hopping in place, with her hands on her crotch. She had to go, but she would not go without me. So I had to do it. But I couldn't just wait outside, I had to go inside the girl's bathroom! I swear I'm the only boy who knows what the girls bathroom looks like.

Oh, but I couldn't just wait outside the stall either. I had to go INSIDE the stall with her. I should be thankful that I could turn around and face my back to her.

But why do I do it? Why do I put myself through this? Probably because I'm a dork and nobody wants to be my friend. Because I get good grades, the adults love me, but my peers think I'm a nerd and not cool enough. She was the only one who liked me enough to play with me.

She's my only friend and my trips with her to the bathroom are no secret. I tried to hide it, but I got caught and all the kids made fun of us.

This had an effect that the teachers and parents found out. I thought, 'well, this is it. I get scolded but at last they're going to put a stop to this.' Except that didn't happen! They not only encouraged it, but apologized for yelling at me for thinking I was a pervert but was just a 'helpful friend.' NO! Get mad at me! Force me to stop! Why are you encouraging it!?

And thus, for the remainder of elementary school, I would have to go to the bathroom with Nola whenever she needed to go, and I would never live it down.

I hoped we separated when we went to Junior High and put an end to this. Too bad, that didn't happen.