I do not own Twilight... Though I'd love to own Edward (;
RENESMEE P.O.V.
As I looked down, I was appalled by what I saw.
My first period!?
Carlisle said I probably wouldn't get one. I never expected one, and I would have been glad to go through life without them. I peeled off my shorts and looked at the back. "Damnit!" I cursed under my breath. I had ruined my favorite pair that Aunt Alice got me.
I took a deep breath and paced the room in my under-ware. Well, obviously I needed pads. I slipped on a clean pair of shorts and reached for the door... Then I remembered. All of the girls went hunting. I hate my life.
I peeked my head out of the bathroom door. "Jake!" I whispered. I was sure he could hear me. He was up the steps in half a second.
"Whats wrong?" He tried to come into the room, but I stopped him. "I need pads." I whispered, but his face remained the same.
"Jake!" I snapped, pulling him back into reality. "Go to the store and get me some pads." I whispered. I'd do anything to keep from my father hearing.
"No way. Ask Carlisle to. He's a doctor." He was backing away from me. As if periods were contagious.
"No! He's a guy." I made a disgusted face at the thought of asking Carlisle for some pads.
"And I am....?" He looked offended.
"You're Jake. You don't count. That's what you get for imprinting on me. Now go." I said, using my hand to push his shoulder.
"How about your dad? He'll do it." He said.
"Yea, but that's embarrassing. Hurry up! I need them!" I yelled.
"Need what?" Uncle Emmett asked, coming up the steps.
I opened my mouth to talk over Jake, but he was done before I could even start. "She got her period."
"Jake!" I yelled.
"Ew..." Emmett made a disgusted face and plugged his nose. "Ew, yep, I can smell the blood."
I was totally mortified as I slammed the door on both of their faces. "I'm telling mom when she comes back, and she's going to kill you guys!" I said to the door.
"You're mom wouldn't kill a fly." Emmett laughed. "Anyway, Do you need some napkins or something?"
I felt all of my blood boil under my cheeks. Napkins?
I wanted to cry. I wanted my mommy.
"Renesmee Charlie Cullen! Jacob better not be in your room!" I heard my dad yell from the bottom of the steps. As quick as I could, I scooped myself off of the floor and opened the door. I peeked my head out and got ready to them to go away, but I now had an audience forming.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes suddenly concerned.
"Nothing." I quickly lied, way too fast.
"She got her first period. She needs pads." Emmett said. His voice sounded funny from plugging his nose. I closed my eyes and pretended that I was on a beautiful island in the middle of nowhere. Without bloody shorts.
I heard my father swallow loudly and stare at the floor rather then my eyes. I silently thanked him for that. "Stop that." He said sternly, slapping Emmett's hand away from his nose. He then looked back to me. "I assume we should call your mother?"
I nodded, staring at the floor.
"And... I guess you'll need some..." He choked out the word, "Pads."
"That would be nice." I said, never moving my eyes.
"I'm sure Carlisle has some in the basement." He said, turning his back, and getting ready to walk down the steps.
"Dad, no!" I yelled, putting my hands on his shoulder.
"Don't tell him." I begged. Though I didn't see the point. I don't know how it could get any worse than this.
"Umm..." I heard Jake clear his throat behind me.
"You might want to ask him if he has another pair of shorts, too." Emmett laughed.