Cameron has been your best friend ever since he moved a few months ago, despite not knowing eachother that long - you guys got really close, really quick.

You were at his house, in his room as About A Girl by Nirvana played on his record player, just sitting on his bed as the two of you chatted away. “Yeah! And she starte- oh my god.” You cut yourself off, standing up to a red spot under you on his bed. Cameron started panicking, but you were stressing worse, if even possible.

“Are you on your period- oh god-! Can I help at all?” He panicked; standing from your bed. “Pads, tampons - uh, chocolate! I have chocolate!” He rambled as you apologised profusely.

“Don’t be sorry, I- uh-!” He stuttered, clearly lost on how to help a girl on her period. He knew nothing about how heavy it gets, cramps, or anything.