twenty one pilots one shots

Girl Problems

A/N: s/o to @CarlGFanfics for giving me this idea

People Involved: Tyler and Jenna

Warning(s): Fluff that just might kill you

It was a Sunday afternoon and I decided to walk around the house to keep my mind off things. It was Sunday after all.

"Man!" I heard Jenna sigh from the bathroom as I walked by it.

"What's wrong?" I asked from outside the door.

"Oh, you know, just my monthly subscription to Satan's waterfall." She replied, surprisingly not surprised by the fact I answered her.

"English, please?"

"My period's a week early." She replied, slightly exasperated.

"Oh."

"And now I'm using my last pad." She mumbled. "Hey, Tyler, can you drop by the store and get some pads and tampons?"

"You want me to go pad shopping?" I repeated.

"Yes."

"Okay."

"It's not that bad, Tyler, you'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Now git."

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I stood agape in front of the feminine care aisle, my eyes darting across the selection.

Why are there so many?

I sighed and pulled out my phone.

Me: HELPME JENNA

Dime-piece Wife: If it's about pads and tampons, don't freak out

Dime-piece Wife: I know there's a lot

Dime-piece Wife: Just grab some, Ty

"Okay. Just grab some." I muttered, looking back up from my phone.

I heard hushed whispers from behind me.

I turned and saw a couple of teenage boys muttering to each other.

Me: jENNA THERE ARE TEENAGE BOYS STARING AND LAUGHING AT ME

Dime-piece Wife: Don't worry about it

Dime-piece Wife: Boys like them often laugh about periods when in reality they probably wouldn't last thirty seconds if they had one

Dime-piece Wife: And everyone else understands

Dime-piece Wife: They'll assume you're buying some stuff for your girl, which you are

Me: This is very stressful Jenna

Dime-piece Wife: I know honey but if you stop worrying it'll be over sooner

Me: Okay...

I grabbed the pack of pads right in front of me and the box of tampons right next to it.

I sigh as I put them in the basket and make my way to the checkout lanes.

"Will that be all, sir?" The cashier asked after she scanned the items.

"That'll be it." I replied.

"That'll be $20.28."

My arm froze in mid-air as I was pulling my debit card out of my wallet. "Twenty dollars for cotton, adhesive, and plastic?"