For three years now you had been dating your boyfriend Dave. In truth he was an absolute dork especially when you both met but you loved him for it and well, he loved you for loving him for that, after all he had quite a reputation for being a "nerdy" loser so the fact you had been intrested in him made him love you all the more.

Of course in that three years Dave had out up with your time of the month just like a good boyfriend would but he took it very seriously, unlike your previous boyfriends who saw it as an inconvenience. Every time you told him you were due on he came prepared with anything you needed, pads, ibuprofen, chocolate, anything you wanted he'd have ready.

But of course he couldn't always be prepared.

Dave's dad was gone for the weekend so Dave had asked you if you'd like to stay over at his, sure you had slept over while Dave's dad was there but it was a lot more comfortable with it just being the two of you so you accepted. The night was great, you both stayed up doing regular couple things, watching a movie, cuddling, the usual, but it was the simple things Dave and you alike enjoyed.

In the morning however you woke up with an uncomfortable, wet feeling between your legs. You stood up from the bed, leaving Dave alone as you made your way to the bathroom to check what was going on and what you were greeted with was not a pretty sight, your underwear was stained with blood that luckily somehow hadn't leaked onto your shorts but it was annoying nonetheless because you were not prepared at all.

Your period never came this early so you hadn't bought any pads, tampons or anything since you hadn't expected to start. You cleaned yourself off, creating a make-shift pad from some tissue paper, and hobbled your way back to the bedroom for another pair of underwear which you luckily had packed.

Dave meanwhile had made his way downstairs whilst you were in the bathroom, minding his own business in the kitchen. Whisky he was waiting for his coffee he was sgreeted with a very grumpy looking you coming into the room.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his tone to you atleast coming off too harsh for your liking since you were very irritable at the moment and your angry expression deepened.

"I started my period." you practically growled out as Dave let out a nervous chuckle not really liking the way you were looking at him like you were about to claw his eyes out.

"Ah..." He responded simply, running a hand through his curly locs, trying to avoid your harsh gaze.