𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ✔ 𝗚𝘅𝗚

33

i wonder why does this happen to me. all the bad stuff and all the pain and suffering.

couldn't my period come another day? when i am prepared? i have no pads on me nor tampons nor anything that i could use, no change of underwear, change of pants, nothing.

i groaned as i clutched my stomach, feeling a small cramp hit me. my cramps aren't that bad when they come but sometimes they can be painful. level 2 cramps.

😻💕the mrs to my mrs💕😻 — where are you?

the fact that i change her name every two days has me giggling.

— bathroom

— omw

— can you go to the nurse for me? ask for some lady stuff for me🙃

— alright. just pads or tampons?

— i don't think they give tampons at school belle

— alr. be there in 5

i closed my phone and did a silent prayer, thanking god for her and her for being so okay with going to the nurse for me.

as anabelle said, five minutes later— six to be precise —she was in the bathroom, handing me the things i needed through the half open bathroom stall. i took the pads and thanked her and as i was about to close the door, she handed me something wrapped. i realized that it was a sweatpants. i thanked her once more and closed the door.

i have no extra drawls.

☼︎

i ended up taking the day off because i was messed up and my hygiene wasn't the best. when i got home, i spent two and a half hours in the bathtub and then went to sleep and watched movies.

it feels weird being back in my own house after months of being with anabelle. i guess i just got so used to being with her and spending time at her house.

ting!

i didn't take my eyes off of the tv as i blindly reached for my phone.

😻💕the mrs to my mrs💕😻 — roses or sunflowers?

i responded back with sunflowers because why not? they're so cute and the yellow and the middle of it just has me swooning. i trained my vision back to the tv where icarly plays.

i heard a knock on the door and furrowed my eyebrows. i removed the blanket from my lap and went to the door and opened it. i saw anabelle and she was standing there with a box of chocolate and a single sunflower in her hand. there was also a shopping bag in her hand and i narrowed my eyes at her playfully.

"you did not."

"oh, i did." she chuckled and placed a short kiss on my lips, "these are for you." she hands me the sunflower and the box chocolates making me pout in adoration.

"thank you, baby."

"you're welcome, my love." i smiled and moved out of the way, letting her enter.

we went to the kitchen where she put the bag down and leaned on the counter. i stared at her and she looked back at me.

you know that one sound where it says something like 'he looks at me, and i look at him. he looks at me and i look at him'? yeahhh. that's the moment right now, except she's looking at me like a piece of meat.

"what are we cooking?" i asked.

"i was thinking carne asada but there are many other things in the bag." anabelle said and started to unpack the bag that she brought, listening what each of them are.

i smiled and placed my hand on hers.

"you know you didn't have to buy all of these stuff when im basically living at your house and the fridge there is stacked?"

"oh, i thought since you came to yours you wanted to spend time at your house so i—"

"shh."

"plus im your part time sugar m—"

"you're my girlfriend."

"who spoils you."

"mhm, no sugar mommy."

anabelle smiled and pulled me into her body by the waist. she looked down at me and her eyebrows went together suddenly and then she pulled back and looked me up and down.

"what?" i asked, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"nothing. im just admiring you." she mutters and made me twirl.

i giggled and rested my hands on her chest and anabelle placed hers on my waist.

"i want a safe word from you." anabelle suddenly says after a while of standing in each other's embrace.

"ohh, you freaky freaky." i laughed, "star."

anabelle hummed.

"and we need to talk about your boundaries, too."

"im on a period, anabelle, don't even think of trying to have sex with me." i pointed at her.

"oh, nothing is wrong with a little k—"

"anabelle, no." i looked at her mortified, "i won't let you eat me out on my period."

"sex lessens the cramps."

"i don't get cramps."

"sex still helps though."

i rolled my eyes at her and pulled myself from her grip.

"let's get cooking, missy."