Your brother and his bestfriend, Jameson, were hanging out. Your house was the main hangout spot for some reason. Jameson got on your nerves, so much. Espically because he called you 'little mouse'. You tried to convince yourself you hated it, but secretly you loved it. They came up to your room to bother you, but you were on your period. You were laid in your bed, with a heating pad on your stomach, curled up in a ball, groaning out of pain. Once they got into your room, Jameson could sense something wasn't right. He whispered something in your brothers ear that you couldn't quite make out. Your brother glanced at you once more, before nodding his head and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. Leaving you and Jameson alone. Jameson walked up to your bed and sat on the edge of it, looking at you with sympathic eyes "Are you alright, little mouse?"