"Y/N!" Gretchen bangs on your bedroom door repeatedly. She arrived a little less than five minutes ago and you just wanted her to go away.
"Baby girl, please come to the door."
You stay quiet and non-responsive, keeping your head buried into the duvet.
She knocked on the door for a while longer before pausing and saying, "Don't make me break this door down."
"Ha, you couldn't break that door down if you tried."
She gasps. "She's alive."
"Gretchen," you plead, "I don't want to hang out today, okay? I'm tired." You couldn't see her, but you could feel her pouting.
"Hey," she says quietly, "Please don't shut me out again."
You furrow your eyebrows, confused. "What do you-"
"Please don't slam the door, you don't have to keep your distance anymore! 'Cause for the first time in forev-"
Finally you give in and open the door, smiling. Anything to stop the annoying sound of Frozen.
She grins. "So, you wanna tell me the real reason you're avoiding hanging out with me today?" She sticks out her bottom lip and gives you puppy eyes.
You consider telling her, but can't bring yourself to say anything. "I think. . . I'm coming down with something."
She sighs, not believing a word.
"Y/N."
"Okay! Okay look, I'm. . . I'm on my period," you say awkwardly, staring at your feet.
Gretchen stiffens, looking weird and uncomfortable. "Oh," she quietly says. "Well, do you. . . need anything?"
You shrug. "Cuddles would be amazing."
She smiles and jumps on your bed, waiting patiently for you to follow. "Anything for you."
You climb over her and tangle your feet with hers, and she pulls you tightly to her chest and kisses your cheek, singing you to sleep.
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a/n: sorry if it's so short. find someone like gretchen uwuuuu.
