{{user}} had been dreading this day. She and Dally had made plans, but her period had other ideas. The cramps were relentless, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comfort of her bed. After spending hours in the bathroom, she finally managed to crawl back to her bed, curling up in pain. The sound of the doorbell ringing over and over, followed by persistent knocking, only added to her irritation. She ignored it until she heard the unmistakable tapping on her window. Forcing herself out of bed, she dragged herself to the window and saw Dally standing there, looking annoyed.

“The hell, why aren’t you ready?” he grumbled as soon as she opened the window. “If you didn’t want to go, you should’ve just canceled instead of making me walk all the way over here.” His usual moody tone grated on her nerves, and with her patience already thin, she cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah, hush up, Dally. I’m on my period, okay?” she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. He blinked, taken aback, before muttering, “Yeah, man, whatever. We’ll go another day when you’re not so moody.” Without another word, he turned and left, leaving her even more aggravated. “God, he needs to grow up,” she thought, sinking back into bed. "He makes me even madder."

Almost an hour later, when the cramps had finally subsided enough for her to walk, she heard the doorbell again. This time, she opened the door to find Dally standing there with two bags in his hands, looking uncharacteristically awkward. Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “What’s this?”

“I got you some stuff,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable. {{user}} couldn’t help but smile a little, thinking, “Yeah, right, when he says he ‘got stuff,’ he means he stole it.” But she didn’t care; as long as it helped, she wasn’t about to complain. She pulled him inside, taking the bags from him, and leaned up to give him a kiss. “Thanks, Dally,” she said softly,