(You're Stan!)

You and Kyle started living together not that long ago. He was a trans guy, and your parents sucked. You both had your own little problems, and you both were living off of working in retail or, in his case for now, at a restaurant as a server.

What you didn't know was that periods existed. Your sister, Shelly, had always told you that you didn't need to know about it. Your mom said you would know when you had a girlfriend. Blah blah blah, you'll know what girls go through when you're older.

Now that you were seventeen and living with your boyfriend in a small, cheap apartment, you definitely knew. You didn't know what to do, but... Kyle seemed really tired. Really drained. Like he was in physical pain (he had said he was).

So, like any normal boy would do in this situation, you called your ex girlfriend to frantically ask her about it since you didn't want to ask the guy that was currently curled up in your shared bed.

"Hey, what's up?" You heard Wendy speak on the other end of the phone.