"So? I don't really understand why you're embarrassed."
"Wha-?"
"I'm sorry..."
I chuckled slightly.
"We've been dating for what? Over a year, and you're embarrassed about being on your period?!"
I started laughing as Y/n glared at me.
"What is so funny?!"
"You're embarrassed!"
I started gasping for air.
Y/n rolled her eyes.
"I'm not dealing with this shit, ok? I'll catch a train to my parents'."
She opened the door and got out before I could stop her.
"Y/n! Wait!"
She slammed the door.
I watched her cute, tight ass walk away in my back mirror, trying to undo my seatbelt. (which wasn't letting me go btw).
Finally, the damn car let me go and I chased after her.
"Y/n! No! Y/n! Hold on!"
I was slowly catching up to her when my ankle decided it hated me and I came crashing to the ground.
"OW MOTHERF–GOD!"
People started staring as I rolled over in pain.
There was one significant stream of laughed that my swears had gotten the attention of though.
I got to my needs to find that Y/n had made her way to where the blood from my nose had stained the sidewalk.
"I'm (huff) glad you came back."
"I can't believe I got so far before you started following me."
"That damn car–"
Y/n chuckled and held her hand out.
I took it.
"I see your in a better mood."
"I don't have to help you up. I can leave you in the middle of the sidewalk."
"Oh, please no. My ankle really kicked my ass. I can't walk back to the car alone, without any help. Please! Don't leave me Y/n!"
I clung onto her hand before she could let go.
"Oh you're such a baby."
She looked down at me, smirking.
"Aren't you supposed to be a hero?"
"Every hero needs help. Didn't you say something like that?"
"Probably. Now get up."
She tried pulling me up by my hand.
"Stop being a wimp!"
"I told you! My ankle is the worst!"
"Oh for heaven's sake!"
Y/n grabbed my arm and dragged me up.
She wrapped my arm around her neck and held me up.
We started back for the car.
Me(fake) limping and Y/n holding me up.
We made it back to the car.
"Now, call your parents and tell them we're going to be there a few days late. Cause we're going to get ice cream and hot chocolate."
"What? Why? I new it! You don't want to meet my–"
"Calm down! Geez! From what I've heard, ice cream is a popular choice of comfort food for women on their periods. Now get in the car and stop arguing!"
Y/n's shocked face was priceless.
A slow smile spread across her face.
"What did I do to get a boyfriend like you?"
"Nothing, it was all my dad's fault."
"Fault? Are you saying–"
"NO! NO! Just pretend I didn't say that! I lied! My dad has nothing to do with our relationship. My trauma is completely irrelevant!"
She chuckled getting in the car.
"Geez, you're waayyy to sensitive!"
"Ya! I'm the sensitive one!"
