A/N: Waff. Pure waff.

When Edward slipped into her room that night, h knew immediately something was wrong…

Very, Very wrong.

Bella was lying in bed, for one, not waiting up for him, like she usually did. She was unnaturally warm, and her pretty, pale face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her slim features were twisted up in pain, and –though he knew she was not asleep- she was lying so still, and her eyes were closed tightly.

"Bella! He whispered frantically. "Bella! What's wrong!" He gently tried to pry her arms away from hr middle- he knew she was bleeding at least a little- his nose told him this much at least, but darn it! He couldn't find the wound.

She mumbled something he couldn't hear (in other words- she didn't make any noise) and it only added to his anxiety.

"What? Be coherent Bella, please! I need to know."

"I said-" Bella ground out through gritted teeth, opening one eye to glare at the worried vampire moodily. "That I'm on my period, and I'm cramping and to please not poke the organ that hurts!"

Edward's eyes opened wide, and he jumped away, as though scalded, muttering wildly, and Bella knew that if he could blush he would. Seconds later, he was gone.

Bella lay back on her heating pad, smirking slightly at the one hundred and ten year old's reaction to such a simple thing. Sometimes she forgot, that- for all his years of life- he was still a seventeen-year-old boy at heart, and a very very modest one at that.

"Boys will be boys- after all."

A/N: Longer, I think. And defiantly funnier- tell me what you think please!!