Luke:
"Ugh! Why why why?!" You screamed into your pillow.
You had just gotten your period, and the cramps were unbearable.
You were disappointed because you and Luke had planned on going to the beach that day.
Just my luck, when I finally get Luke to go with me to the beach, I get my period, you thought.
Suddenly, a jolt of pain went through your stomach, making you shift into the fetal position.
You were lying there for half an hour, willing the cramps away, when you heard Luke's car pull up.
"Y/N! Let's go, it's beach day!" He yelled as he came in through the door. "Where are you?"
You let out a soft reply, being in too much pain to answer. He came towards the living room.
"Y/N, what's wrong?!" He asked, concern spreading across his features.
You mumbled out a reply, too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"What?"
"I can't go to the beach. I just got my period, and the cramps are getting worse." You sighed, looking down.
You looked up again and saw that he was gone. You heard his car leaving the driveway.
"I knew I shouldn't have told him." You mumbled to yourself.
You stayed there for an hour, trying to soothe the cramps. You heard the front door open and looked up.
Luke was standing there with a bunch of bags.
"Um...Luke? What's with all the bags?" You asked.
"Well, I didn't want my girl all alone, so I went out and bought chocolate, ice cream, pizza, and a bunch of movies." He explained, smiling down at you.
"You didn't have to do that." You said.
"I wanted to do it. You're my girlfriend! I'm supposed to take care of you." He told you, making you smile.
You definitely had the best boyfriend ever.
Ashton:
"Damn it!" You screamed out.
You had just found out you got your period.
Unfortunately, you didn't have any tampons or pads.
You tried calling your mom, but had no luck. Same thing happened with your best friend.
Hesitantly, you dialed your last resort.
Ashton.
His phone rang three times. You were about to hang up when he answered.
"Hey Y/N. What's up?" He asked.
"Are you at band practice?" You asked, mentally cursing yourself for calling him at such a bad time.
"Nah, we're done for the day. Why? Did you need something?"
He asked.
You hesitated, not sure if this was a good idea.
You heard a door open and close, and you assumed he was leaving the studio.
"Y/N?"
"Um...Can you buy me some pads?" You sighed out.
It was quiet on the other end of the line, and you noticed the call ended.
You put your phone down on the dresser.
