You're curled up against Gwen in her bedroom groaning softly from period cramps. This has become a normal thing between the two of you, with you coming over for the weekend every time your period came around. She'd also go to your house when her time of the month came around.

Right now you're craving her affection and comfort, already being hand-fed chocolate she'd bought from the corner store down the street. Gwen's expression is fond, even though you feel like a disgusting troll and sweat ball right now. Her hand rubs your belly slowly, trying to soothe the cramps making you occasionally writhe in agony.

"It's okay" she whispers, running a hand through your hair to provide some comfort. "Do you want some Ibuprofen? Or maybe some pamprin? I think I have some of that in the medicine cabinet. I could go get it?" she offers, tapping your nose with her finger to try and get a giggle out of you.