It’s my period
Sorry ma puce
R u in for the night
Yes
K
“K?” What the hell did that mean? Violet came in to check on me before leaving for the hockey party. Our other roommate, Sadie, flanked her. I had totally forgotten that it was Halloween weekend, thus I’d be missing the chance to go out scantily clad and hook up with some guy dressed like a goober. Sounds bad, but in reality, it would be fun. Sadie and Violet were dressed like the Powerpuff Girls. I was supposed to be Buttercup to round out the trio. Oops.
“Feel better, friend. We’ll go get laid for you,” Violet said, shaking her ass.
“Be careful. Hockey guys aren’t necessarily the most upstanding gentlemen,” I warned.
“We can handle ourselves, Dad,” Sadie assured me before leaving me alone.
The suite was quiet, so I started one of my preferred methods for alleviating cramps: using my vibrator. Things were just getting good, when I heard a noise in the hall, footsteps and a bag rustling.
“Hello?”
“Kitty Bird? Which one of these is yours?”
“I’m in here,” I answered, heart pounding as I turned off my vibrator and shoved it under my pillow.
And there was Guy, a knight in shining armor of sweatpants and a convenience store bag. The smell of cold air came in with him. His messy dark hair curled around the edges of a beanie, which he took off.
“Hi.” He beamed, looking exceptionally attractive.
“How’d you get in here?”
“I saw Violet leaving. She told me where to go. You look like shit,” he said, kicking off his shoes by my door.
“Thanks? Why aren’t you at your party?”
“Because I wanted to party with you.”
“Guy, you can’t just show up. What if I had been asleep already?” I scolded him.
“Then I would have snuggled you,” he shrugged. “Or waited for you to get up. Or dropped the snacks and left. I don’t know. I didn’t think about it. You just looked really bad earlier. And now.”
Man, he couldn’t stop bringing up how bad I looked.
“So you’ve said. Does my period not scare you off?”
He got a funny look on his face. “No. You’re my friend, and you’re sick. You’re not going to bleed on me. You already puked on me last weekend anyway. What’s a little blood?”
“Suit yourself.”
“Move over. Let me show you the snacks I got.”
I paused the TV and scooted to make room for him on my bed.
“Okay, so we’ve got,” he extracted each item from the bag, “Salt and vinegar chips, those lime tortilla chips you like, M&M, Dr. Pepper, and fizzy water. What do you want?”
“Salt and vinnies,” I said with a grin. “Guy, this is too sweet. You didn’t have to do anything.”
He looked at me with a pout. “I don’t like seeing you sick. What are we watching?”
