So I've only published one chapter so far, but if people like this then I'll publish another. Ii tried to make this realistic rather than her being "overly PMS" like some people do, and I've thought about what people (mainly me) are actually like on their period so it's more realistic. f you have any comments then do say and if you have any ideas of what you want to happen next then tell me, cause who knows, I might like your idea and use it! Anyway, enjoy and tell me if you like it!
I woke up with a jolt in the middle of the night and wondered why I had. It wasn't like I had a nightmare or anything. Oh. Wait.
"Dammit!" I muttered as I rushed to the bathroom but managed to crash into a wall on the way. Even though it wasn't very loud I still managed to rouse Charlie and he came out of his bedroom to find me awkwardly standing by my door with my dressing gown tightly shut.
"Bella, what's going on? It's half three in the morning, you should be asleep!" He grunted, angry at me for waking him.
"Dad I just need to go to the bathroom, ok?" I replied, and walked off to the bathroom.
Once in there I realised that I only had one pad left. One. Why did bad things always happen to me? Although Angela's parent's shop opened early, I knew it wouldn't be this early. I needed to wash the sheets and my pyjamas anyway, I reasoned, and by the time I'd done that I could drive to their shop and it would most likely be open. Charlie walked put of his room to greet me in the corridor after I'd gotten dressed and was about to wash my things. Realising I was going somewhere, he asked where.
"I'm going to the shop. I just need to get some stuff." I huffed, not needing this to happen.
"What stuff? Can't you wait until daylight?" He asked, clearly annoyed at my attitude. If he just left me alone, this didn't have to take place. But if you ask questions then you get answers.
"No Dad, my period doesn't just wait until daylight. And I'm actually going to wash my sheets before I go to the shops, so luckily I won't have to leave as early" I said sarcastically and waited for his response. I was expecting something a little strange but certainly not this.
"Oh, right, oh, ok then. Do you, um, need some money or something? Oh and I just want you to, erm, stay away from Edward right now." What?! How did he know Edward was a vampire? I'd worked out that he probably wouldn't be affected because it was mixed with skin and other things, but I'd been worried too. Unless he meant something very different.
"Dad! What the hell! Firstly, me and Edward aren't like that, and second, this-" I started to shout before Charlie cut me off.
"I know, but I just want you to be careful. You've got plans for college and a life after that. A baby would change all of that." I was seething. Did he think I was going to be the next example of "See kids this is why you should be safe"? What? And how did he even have the nerve to say that?
"Dad, I'm 18, I've had my period for 5 years now! I know how to handle it and not get pregnant! Now please leave me alone!" I shouted and stormed downstairs to wash my stuff. While I was doing this I started thinking about Charlie's question. Of course, he hadn't meant the fact that Edward was a vampire and drank blood, but that was what I thought about. When I first realised he was a vampire, I'd thought my period didn't effect him because it was also dead blood and skin and stuff. But being a vampire they have a super sense of smell so they could probably smell my blood even if it wasn't appetising. For example, we can smell sour milk even if we don't want it and we don't have extra strong senses. But thinking about this gave me no actual answers and so the only way to know was to ask.
Asking Edward would just be embarrassing, because asking your vampire boyfriend if he can smell your period, well it wasn't exactly normal conversation, even for us. I could ask Alice, after all, she is a girl. But seeing as she doesn't actually remember her human years she would just see my question as an invitation to ask more questions I didn't exactly want to answer. Rosalie was a girl and did remember her human years but we weren't exactly friends so she would probably just try to embarrass me. I didn't even think about Emmet. That was just a straightforward no. Carlisle was a member of the medical profession, but asking my boyfriend's dad was worse than just asking my boyfriend. Asking Jasper would just be mean as he was still the weakest member of the Cullens and reminding him about my blood may not be smart. So, I guess I was asking Edward. I would have to avoid him for the next five days because after asking him that, whatever the answer, it would be awkward. Both of us would be thinking about how the lining of my uterus was shedding and how I asked my boyfriend whether or not he could smell it. Yeah, it would be best to cancel our plans and avoid him for a bit.
It was thankfully 6 o clock and so I drove down to the shop, willing my truck to go faster so I could get there before anything happened. But as I pulled up in front of the shop, I realised it was closed and wouldn't open for half an hour! I pulled my phone out and decided to guarantee the fact that I could have some separation from Edward, I dialled up Jacob. Even though it was six o clock in the morning, he answered the phone after the first ring with a cheery voice.
"Hey Bells!" I sighed with relief and replied
"Hey Jake! Fancy hanging out? I can come down to La Push if you want!" I waited for his response and my feelings immediately drooped as I heard the tone he answered with, "Sorry, I'm hanging out with the pack today. But I can cancel if you want?" I did want him to cancel, but I couldn't exactly tell him that. I told him it was fine and hung up, hoping Angela would be free at least. At that very moment, I got a text from Edward, asking where I was. Why oh why did he have to be there now?! I quickly replied saying I was just picking some stuff from the shop and would be back soon. I realised as soon as I sent it that it very much reflected the annoyance that I was feeling and that he would be able to tell.
"Damn PMS." I muttered to myself, but immediately perked up when Angela went and unlocked the door. I moved faster than I ever had in gym class and was at the till with my little blue boxes faster than I would have deemed possible. As she rung up my stuff, I asked Angela if she was free to hang out today, but she was looking after her brothers. After I used the store's bathroom to quickly put on a new pad and tampon and threw the boxes inside my bag I rushed out of the shop and home so I could ask Edward my very awkward question.
As soon as I walked in he almost flew up to me and worriedly asked me what was wrong.
"Nothing. I'm fine." I snapped at him and threw my bag on the table while grabbing myself a granola bar, my latest craving. "I need to talk to you." I said but immediately regretted it. Any hope I had of just avoiding the topic was gone now, and I had to ask him, even if I had changed my mind. Which I had. A look of shock flitted across his face before he hurriedly straightened his features and asked me what.
"It's more I need to ask you something rather than we need to talk." I corrected myself and he waited for my question. I also waited and decided to do something with my hands so got up and got myself a glass of water.
"Bella?" He said, reminding me I wanted to ask him something like I'd forgotten.
"Fine." I retorted more harshly than was necessary, and cursed my bloody PMS again. "Right. Well I was wondering," I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks "If you could erm," I could feel my throat going all dry "Whether you could smell my period" I spat out, and busied myself with gulping down magnitudes of water.
"What do you mean?" He awkwardly inquired, clearly knowing what I meant.
"Edward answer the damned question or I swear-" I started to snarl but was interrupted with his explanation. Well, I wanted to hear this.
"So your, um, scent does smell stronger once a month and a few months after the incident in Arizona, I put two and two together and realised. But none of the others know, because they don't spend as much time around you as I do. Alice knows, but psychics usually do" he explained and then joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. But I was too embarrassed to laugh or even pretend to find it funny and just stood there.
"So anyway, what do you want to do today?" He asked lightly but I just glared at him. After a while, I answered
"I'm gonna hang out with Alice. We'll go shopping or something, I don't know." I stormed off to get a box of nail varnishes that Alice had wanted to try on me when I noticed he was following me upstairs.
"I said I was hanging out with Alice, not you. If I wanted to spend time with you, I would have said. And I didn't. Now go away!" I growled when he didn't move from the spot he was standing in. I quickly grabbed the box and told Charlie where I was going before picking up my bag, chucking the box into it and throwing myself in the car. While I drove, I muttered angrily to myself
"Stupid. Why can't he just leave me alone when I ask? I don't need to spend every waking minute with him, do I? I'm allowed a life! I can do what I want, he's not in charge of me! If I wanted to hang out all the time I would, but I don't! I can have my own opinions, I'm my own person!" I kept this up until I reached the Cullens house and hopped out the car, my little rant leaving me in an infinitely better mood. I skipped up the steps and Alice met me at the door, pulling me in and shoving a steaming drink into my hands.
"Try it!" She urged "I was experimenting with hot chocolate and made a dark chocolate and caramel one. I thought you'd like it!" It did look amazing, and I did want some chocolate. I gulped a massive amount of the boiling liquid down and squeaked as it burned my mouth and throat. I cursed myself for not having more control and just simply blowing before I chugged liquid that was so hot it was almost a gas. Alice hid a laugh and then flew across the room to the sofas where Esme, Jasper and Rosalie were congregated.
"Hi Bella!" Esme greeted me, kind as always. "I heard Alice wanted to paint your nails. And I also heard you agreed. You're very brave" she joked, as Alice smiled and told me to chuck her the box of paints so she could show Esme the colours. I doubted the idea that my throw would work, but I was too tired to disagree anyway, having been up at half three in the morning. So I rummaged in my bag and pulled out the first box I got my hands on, throwing it to Alice. Unfortunately, I was right and the small box glided along the air to entirely the wrong side of the room and landed on the floor with a small thunk. And to make it even worse, I hadn't thrown her a box of nail varnish but one of the other boxes I'd shoved in my bag and when the box fell it opened, having my tampons fly across the floor. The blush crept up my cheeks and everyone turned to look at me except Alice, who quickly grabbed the box and went upstairs with me in tow, clearly seeing what I would have done. As it was, we went up to her room and she handed me a pillow which I promptly threw to the other side of the room and then calmly sat down.