Separated: 5SOS BSM

73. You're On Your Period And All The Boys Are Around - Luke

Y/N:
What could you have possibly done that was so interesting anyway?

Column:
That's classified information

You rubbed your forehead tiredly, hoping that someone else would fill in the blanks.

Lukeifer:
It's not really classified, we were just out of napkins and Michael spilled soup everywhere

You wrinkled your nose. That was wrong on so many levels. You had no idea how they thought it was a good decision to use your tampons and pads to clean up spilled soup. Not to mention that you had almost a full box of each item, meaning that whatever mess they had made hadn't been small.

Y/N:
Gross

Lukeifer:
Relax, I'll get you new ones before you need them again

That again put you in a sour mood. How had he not yet realized that the time was now? You couldn't just wait until he remembered and you doubted that he knew what kind to get you anyway.

Y/N:
...

Dude-named-Michael:
Y/N is there a war in Virginia?

Column:
I see, it's The Hunt For Red October

You sighed, this was going to go downhill fast. There was simply too many period euphemisms for them to use.

Volcanic-Ash:
Flying the Japanese flag

Lukeifer:
Code red

Dude-named-Michael:
Red scare

Column:
Dishonorable discharge from the uterine navy

Volcanic-Ash:
Shark week

Now they were just irritating you.

Y/N:
STOP IT! Just go get me some tampons already.

Dude-named-Michael:
Come on Y/N, I think you're ovary-acting

Column:
That's terrible Michael, you know I don't like menstrual puns period

Those puns made you cringe which in turn made your uterus do the same. You didn't appreciate it.

Y/N:
Would you quit it?

Volcanic-Ash:
Come on Y/N, go with the flow

That one was just too easy.

Y/N:
Ashton I expected more from you.

Lukeifer:
What about me?

You snorted, Luke thought that you had a high bar set for him? Well he had another thing coming.

Y/N:
My expectations for you are incredibly low

Lukeifer:
Wowwwwww

You abruptly changed the subject so that you wouldn't get in trouble later.

Y/N:
Have you left yet?

Dude-named-Michael:
Left for what?

Again you had to let out an exasperated sigh. You half-hoped that he was messing with you, because otherwise there was something very wrong with that boy.