Prolonged hiatuses warrant double updates on the same day. All reads, comments are appreciated.
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Obviously, Roman was incapable of sitting in silence, because he started whining again.
"What?" he asked.
"Nothing." I said, continuing to glare at him.
"Doesn't look like nothing." He muttered.
"What did you say?" I asked, my eyes reduced to slits. Even the littlest things he did annoyed me to no end.
"Jesus woman. Are you always riding the Red Wave?" he asked.
"The red what now?" I asked, thoroughly confused.
"You know, the Red Wave." he waved his hands in a weird gesture.
When I continued to look at him like he had grown two heads, he continued, "You know, that time of the month when a woman, you know, that." He whispered conspiratorially.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, this time trying to hide a grin.
I had figured out exactly what Roman was heading for.
"How dumb are you exactly? I couldn't be more obvious."
"Obvious about what?" I asked, feigning a confused expression.
"The time of the month when women get angry at the slightest things." He continued.
I still stayed silent. My god, was this fun.
"Aargh! When your endometrial lining breaks down and there is bloody discharge from your womanly parts."
I was clenching my cheeks to keep myself from laughing out loud.
I had to give him this. He was smarter than I realized, but I was going to make him say the word.
"WHAT are you talking about Roman?" I asked, with exaggerated exasperation.
"How do you not even know this? Stupid woman." he was practically yelling now.
"Well if you would just say what you're talking about there wouldn't be this much confusion."
"Periods." He mumbled.
"Hmm?"
"Periods." He whispered, sharply.
"What?" I asked.
"For the love of, MENSTRUAL PERIODS you crazy freak! I'm talking about your periods!" he shouted, his face flaming red.
The car swerved to the right as the driver was thrown aback by his outburst.
I couldn't contain my laughter anymore and I burst out laughing.
"You understood what I was talking about? Why you-" I cut him off.
"Your face when you said it!" I said in between bursts of laughter.
"Weirdo. Just admit I'm right ok?
"Right about what?"
"I'm not doing that again, so don't even bother."
"How do you just assume I'm on my periods if I get a bit annoyed?" I asked.
Even though the freak was right, I wasn't going to tell HIM that.
"All women get abnormally cranky on their lady days." He snorted, like it was the most obvious thing ever.
"Shut it."
"I AM right!" he shouted like a little kid.
"No you're not! Quit pestering me now."
Roman turned away, but I caught his smug face.
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