Disclaimer: It's funny, really. One moment, I held the rights to the CR movie in my hand. And then the next, I realized it was just a brochure to my cousin's paleontology camp. :P

This chapter has more Shaitlyn fluff and humor in it, so I hope you guys like it. :) Special thanks to camirae, who is my official beta for this story. :) You're the bestest!

Caitlyn and Shane were walking over to Shane's house on a warm summer day, happily eating their ice cream and creamsicle, respectively. They had just come back from the fair that was in town, so all was well in their little world.

Until hell arrived.

Caitlyn instantly dropped her ice cream cone and paled, her pretty face contorting into a disgusted grimace. Oh, God. No. Not right now. It couldn't be... "Oh. My. God," muttered Caitlyn, horrified that it was happening right now. It wasn't as though she wasn't expecting it. Caitlyn was fourteen, after all. But to come in the middle of the perfect day? Fate was cruel to her.

"What?" Shane stopped mid-bite of his creamsicle to turn to Caitlyn.

"OH, MY FUCKING GOD!"

"What's wrong with you? Step in dog shit?"

"No, you jerk! I"--Caitlyn's voice dropped down to a whisper and a blush of embarrassment stained her face--"think I just got my first period."

Shane went pale and he, too, dropped his ice cream in a panic. "Oh." Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap. He had heard plenty about the dreaded PMS girls had to go through. Hell, he'd experienced it plenty of his times with his mother's strange (and slightly terrifying) mood swings. Shane, however, had never expected to experience Caitlyn's, let alone her first. (Caitlyn was fourteen. Why the hell was she getting it now? Talk about underdeveloped, Shane thought vaguely.)

"Well, don't just stand there," snapped Caitlyn as her terrified gray eyes glared murderously up at her dumbfounded friend. "Let's go!" Making a mad dash for Shane's house, Caitlyn sprinted all the way there, slammed the front door open and bolted up the stairs into the spacious bathroom. She looked everywhere for a pad or a tampon that Auntie Katrina kept but found none. Oh, shit, she was screwed now. Panicking, she screamed out the doorway for Shane to get his ass up to the bathroom. He got there in less than ten seconds.

"Ohmigawd, what do you need? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

"Shane, there's a drugstore a few blocks from your house, and I need you to go down there and get me some tampons. No pads, okay? Tampons."

Nodding furiously, the boy took off in a dead sprint to the Rite Aid Caitlyn was speaking of. Barging through the doors, Shane looked around furiously for an aisle that was marked "tampons." He couldn't find one. Caitlyn would kill him if he didn't get any for her. He was tempted to call his mother for help, but she was away on a trip with friends at a spa and would definitely be annoyed that her luxurious weekend had been ruined. Shane had no death wish, so he left his phone in his pocket.

He browsed the aisles quickly and came across one titled "Feminine Care." Figuring that was his best bet, Shane went down the aisle, looking closely at each and every product, earning a few puzzled or sympathetic stares from the women (and a few men) who were also looking at the products. Finally, he came to the section for womens'... condition. (Hey, if that's what his dad called it, so would he.) He was left completely confused at which products to use. There were pads, tampons, stuff called panty-liners and some other crap. And what the hell was that, a diaper?

Ugh, Shane could feel a headache coming on as he looked at all of the different brands. To make it all simple for himself, Shane tried to think of what Caitlyn would want. He figured Caitlyn wouldn't want him to get her a cheap one, so he picked the most expensive one there (Well, there went seven dollars he was going to use for his trips to the pool.) and walked to the cash register as fast as he could.

Once he was there, the cashier sent an empathetic look to Shane. "Girlfriend?" he asked, ringing up the items.

"No, my best friend," Shane answered breathlessly, and a blush was faintly littered on his cheeks.

"Sure hope that friend's a girl, then," the cashier muttered as he bagged the box and handed them and the change to Shane. "Have a nice day."

"Yeah, right. It was already ruined, man," groused Shane. He took the bag from the man and pocketed the coins.

The cashier nodded empathetically. "I hear ya. Now go before you get your ear screamed off." He shooed Shane off, and the boy wasted no time hesitating. Once he was in the parking lot, Shane caught a glimpse of the ice cream truck near the sidewalk. Shane dashed to the truck to buy an ice cream similar to the one he had dropped on the sidewalk earlier. Hey, he was buying freaking tampons. I should at least treat myself for this, Shane decided. Once Shane had his ice cream, he sprinted back to his house and up to the bathroom, only to find Caitlyn pacing back and forth in her blood-stained underwear.

"Oh, God, put some pants on, Caity. I don't want blood on the tiles!" He shielded his eyes from the sight of his best friend and gingerly handed the box of tampons over while trying to hide the ice cream from her view.

"Is that what took you so long?!" shrieked Caitlyn, completely miffed. "You took half an hour for a freaking ice cream! I'm bleeding from my damn privates, Shane! I thought tampons were a bigger priority!"

Shane winced before giving Caitlyn a justifiable reason as to why he was so late. "There were a lot of brands of tampons, and I couldn't decide! And besides, I was a guy buying tampons for his best friend! I thought I had deserved a treat, seeing as I dropped my ice cream when you started bleeding! And why now, anyways? Don't girls usually get it a couple years earlier than you?"

Caitlyn blushed furiously. "Well, excuse me for developing late."

"You are excused."

"Oh, shut up," Caitlyn snapped. She viciously ripped the box of tampons open on the kitchen sink, hurriedly grabbing one and dashing behind the wall that shielded the toilet from view. As Caitlyn was getting her issues done, Shane stood there, calmly eating his ice cream. Of course, after a minute or so, Shane began to get bored, but when he made a move to leave, Caitlyn immediately told him if Shane opened that door, he was dead to her. So, with no other choice, he was forced to remain in the bathroom, waiting for Caitlyn to finish using the damn thing.

Soon, Shane finished his ice cream, and out of a vague curiosity, decided to investigate a tampon. He grabbed a package and opened it, idly poking it. What was with the hard stuff around it? Taking it off, he found it was only cotton on a string. (Shane momentarily wondered if he had a marker around to draw a face on the thing to make it look like a mouse.) Bored, he ran it under water, only to see it triple in size, along with Shane's eyes.

OH, HELL NO.

Disgusted, Shane quickly dropped the thing in the trash can by the sink and wiped his hands on his pants quickly. Jesus Christ. Were all tampons like that?! He looked at the one in the trash with mild curiosity. How weird.

Luckily Caitlyn finished just in time to keep Shane from doing the same thing with all the other tampons. She walked out from behind the wall, pulling her pants on. Caitlyn then walked to the sink wiping her hands on a piece of toilet paper. As she washed her hands, Shane stared at them in disgust, his nose wrinkling ever so slightly. He was never going to touch another tampon again.

This was an experience she never wanted to go through again. Caitlyn couldn't wait until menopause.

Gathering the tampons into the bag, she opened the door and walked out, with Shane following her from a distance. Once they were at the front door, Caitlyn said with a blush still clearly on her cheeks, "I think I better go home now and tell my mom about this. Then we can go shopping so you don't have to go again."

"Yeah, thank God."

Her expression softened. "Thanks so much for all of this, Shane. I really appreciate it." She made a move to hug her friend but was stopped when Shane put is hands on her shoulders.

"Don't touch me, Caity. Not with your hands. I know where they were," muttered Shane sternly and shuddered.

Caitlyn laughed loudly and gave Shane a peck on the cheek instead. She had the best friend any girl could ask for. "Really, though. Thanks. You're the best." She beamed at him before adding, "And I'm really sorry about the way I acted today. I won't ask you to get any more of my products again."

Shane chuckled softly and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry about it. I'm here if you need me, so don't hesitate to ask for help. But for the next few times, ask Nate or Jason." He shivered at the thought of having to go through another episode. And to think this would be going on for several more decades. "I need some time to get over this event."

Chuckling, Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I won't ask you for a while. You're such a wuss. You know your wife will have you doing this all the time, so you should be grateful I prepared you," she joked and laughed when her friend went pale.

"Yeah. Great."

"Anyways, I'll leave you to get over this," she snickered, "and I'll see you soon. Bye, Shane!" And with that, Caitlyn skipped off to her own house, humming a cheerful tune.

Closing the door, Shane leaned against it and sank to the ground. Today was one of the most horrifying experiences of his life, and all he wanted to do was bang his head against the wall to forget about this horrible day. "I never want to fucking hear the word 'tampon' ever again," he muttered as he went upstairs to his room. On his way there, he caught a glimpse of a small, wrapped item laying on one of the steps. Picking it up, he took the wrapper off. Shane went pale once more when the wrapper revealed what was underneath.

"AHHHHHH!"

And so a mind was scarred.

Lol, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. Like, seriously. I hope you liked reading it, too!

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