Can you do a spirit with a bad period with Aiden maybe on a date đđđ
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love the amberlynn period fic. would also love to see eliana or spiritâs period fics sometime đ
More focus on the romance than the actual period in this one, but I still love itđ I hope you love it, too!!
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After sending a pic of her face and a text that said â#SkateboardFailsâ, Spirit witnessed the group chat with her friend fill rapidly with concerned responses.
Doc. Keiđ©ș: WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT HAPPENED!!!!!
Jor: Holy shit. . .
Oliver {lil bro}: Spirit!!?
Amber: Omg, Spirit! What happened to you?!
Eliana: Jeesus, your eye!
Spirit quickly texted back, âI am fine, guys. I just had an accident at the skate parkâ.
Isaac texted, âYâall shouldâve seen itđ€Ł!!!! Complete wipeout!!!â in order to feed the lie, and Spirit was grateful for him.
But suddenly, Birdie texted Spirit outside of the group chat, and Spirit frowned.
Nico_from_Rio: Did you get in a fight?
Her best friend knew her too well.
Spirit texted âNoâ and gave a detailed (fake) story about how she nearly collided with someone at the skate park when she was hanging out there with Isaac, and wound up turning too sharply and skidding onto the concrete, faceplanting.
Birdie interrogated her via texts for a while before she gave up, and Spirit let out a sigh of relief.
Now she only had one more person to show her face to.
It had been a few days since she and Aiden had saw each other. Because of their regular texts, Spirit knew he was out of the hospital now and fine, but his mentor forced several extra sick days on him just to be sure.
Spirit was more anxious about showing Aiden her face than she was to show it to her friends. After all, they were her friends, but this was. . . Aiden. The guy she liked. She didnât want to scare him off.
She took a deep breath as she pressed the FaceTime button, her camera facing her ceiling so that her face wasnât visible yet.
Aiden answered after just a few seconds, smiling widely with his glasses slightly crooked on his nose and his hair all messy. âHey!â he said. âI bought and started reading the book you recommended; âThe Initial Insultâ. So far, it is absolutely amazing. Very dark and depressing, but amazi- Why am I staring at your ceiling?â
Spirit sighed. âAiden,â she said hesitantly. âPlease just. . .â She sighed again, not exactly knowing what to ask him not to do. Then she lowered the phone.
Aidenâs smile vanished, his eyes widening and his mouth opening and closing in shock.
âSpirit. . . your face.â He shook his head, looking dumbstruck. âWhat theâ? What happened?! Oh my God, are you okay?!â He looked closer at the phone, looking so concerned and Spirit forced herself to smile a bit to calm him down.
âIâm fine,â she said. âI justââ she hesitated, simultaneously wanting to tell him the truth and shield him from it at the same time. âI had a little incident,â she settled for saying.
He frowned deeply, eyes still wide and concerned.
âSeriously, Iâm fine, Aiden. Stop worrying.â
Aiden nodded. âWell. . . okay then.â
They remained silent for a second before Aiden said, âIâve been wanting to ask you something.â
âOh, yeah?â
âI was going to tell you that day, but then. . .â he shrugged, âall hell broke loose.â
Spirit was nodding, waiting for his question.
âFeel totally free to say no if you donât want to do this. Iâm really hoping that you will want to do this, just so you know, but itâll totally be fine if you say no toââ
âAre you asking me out again?â
Spirit could see him startle and blush through the screen, looking just a bit sheepish. âHowâd you tell?â
Spirit grinned and shrugged. âYour rambling sounded just a bit familiar.â
âYeah, well. . . So, yes or no?â
Spirit then frowned. âYouâre really asking me out when I look like this?â she asked.
Aiden stayed quiet for a second. Then shrugged. âUmm. . . yeah?â
âYes,â Spirit said. âBut, something small? And maybe we should schedule something a few weeks from now? Just so I donât go out on a date looking like this.â Spirit gestured to her face.
Aidenâs brows furrowed ever so slightly since he was still concerned and curious about how Spiritâs face wound up so beaten and why her answer was so vague.
If he was being honest, he didnât want to wait super long for a second date. Suddenly, he had an idea: âWhat if you just come to my place? We can do Netflix and chill.â
The suggestion surprised Spirit. âYou want our date to be at your apartment?â
Aiden ran a hand through his longish messy hair. âI mean, only if youâre comfortable with it? We can wait if you really want to, but you could just come and hang out at my place. I basically have every microwavable unhealthy snack you can think of, and we can watch a horror movie like we did at the theater. Whatâdya think?â
Spirit didnât have to think it over very long. âYeah, sure. Can you text me your address? I donât remember it.â
âYeah, sure. This weekend? Saturday again?â
âItâs a date.â
â â â
Spirit whined as she woke up to the sound of her alarm.
She didnât whine because it was extremely earlyâsince she always had to get up really early and was used to itâbut rather because of the tight pain in her lower abdomen that let her know what time of the month it was.
Great fucking timing.
She grumbled curse words as she climbed out of bed, cringing as she shuffled to the bathroom.
Spirit hated her periods, as any other girl would. But her periods always seemed to have it out for her, showing up at the worst times: exam days, birthdays, holidays, and more.
Now, on the day when she was supposed to go on her second date with Aiden.
Spirit quickly got ready for work, barely managing to make it out the door on time. Other than her job at the mallâs music store, she worked as a barista at Starbucks. It was honestly worse than her job at the mall, because while her music-store-boss was rude and grumpy, her boss at Starbucks was even worse. The woman gave Spirit a death glare when she showed up just thirty seconds too late and reprimanded her on punctuality. And then threw a fit about Spiritâs face and how sheâd fire her if they werenât so understaffed.
Spirit was not having a good day. One customer was some man in a suit and his spoiled-looking teen daughter, and both of them were incredibly rude. Spirit also dealt with a mother who brought her five little kids and a screaming baby into the coffee shop, and it took twenty whole minutes to just get her order down. And the annoying encounters just kept coming. Not to mention the fact that her boss refused to give her a break that day since there was only her and one other barista working that day, and that barista had to leave early for a doctors appointment. Spirit didnât even have time to take two minutes to take some ibuprofen.
It was gonna be a long day.
â â â
Aiden looked at the time on his phone. It was almost 8:00, which was almost 30 minutes later than the time they planned.
He had no texts from Spirit, and he was debating on just eating the fifteen taquitos he heated by himself.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
As soon as he saw Spiritâs name, he picked it up eagerly. âHey!â he said cheerfully. âYou on your way?â
Silence. Then, âI am so sorry, Aiden. Can we reschedule?â She sounded exhausted.
Aidenâs face fell and a weight settled in his chest. âOh. Um, yeah. Is everything okay? You sound down.â
âIâm fine,â she mumbled. âJust exhausted. Again, Iâm so sorry. I promise we can reschedule.â
âThatâs okay,â he assured her. âAre you sure youâre fine? You sound really tired.â
She sighed. âI just had a long day. Thatâs all. Iâll text you tomorrow.â
âOkay then. Goodbââ
She hung up.
Aiden frowned as he looked at the words âCall Endedâ on his phone screen. He wound up eating two of the taquitos, and putting the rest in the fridge, along with the other movie snacks he heated up.
More than disappointed, he felt worried. Between the fact that she gave no explanation bout why her face was all beaten and the fact that she sounded completely exhausted over the phone, he was very worried, and he couldnât help it.
He knew there wasnât much he could do. But what he could do, and did, was send a text saying: âHey, if you need anything, just let me know. Anything at all, Spirit ;)â.
â â â
Spirit grinded her teeth together so hard that they began to hurt.
She was sitting on her bathroom floor, in too much pain to sleep and too nauseous to not be worried about throwing up.
Upon getting home from work, she was painfully aware of three things: she had no ibuprofen, she had only 3 pads left, and she didnât have enough cash in her wallet to afford gas, meds, and pads.
Also, she felt absolutely terrible for cancelling her date with Aiden, and part of her was even a bit panicked that she had ruined everything. She was scared that he wouldnât want to reschedule, and that heâd decide to stop seeing her. That kind of fear was new to her, but it triggered the same kind of reaction that any fear did.
So, there she was, sitting on the floor of her tiny bathroom, in pain and having to remind herself every few minutes to remember to breathe since she wound up holding her breath whenever she thought about Aiden.
Anxiety plus insanely painful cramps made Spiritâs stomach a complete mess, though she refused to puke, which was why she was grinding her teeth so hard together.
Spirit involuntarily gagged dryly, one hand planting on her aching stomach, and the force caused her to leak. She groaned, realizing sheâd be down to two pads now.
Spirit sighed, knowing that she had to ask for help.
With a sleepy yawn, Spirit forced herself up and walked out of the bathroom, into her room. She picked up her phone, half asleep, to call Birdie and say that sheâs not feeling well and ask her for help.
âHey Siri,â Spirit mumbled, too tired to even open her contacts. Yawning, she mumbled, âCall Birdie on speaker,â but the command was half-unintelligible.
Spirit flopped onto her bed, closing her eyes as the phone rang. When she heard the call get picked up, she said, âHey, Bird. Sorry for the late call, but can you come over with some pads and ibuprofen? I swear, this is the worst period Iâve ever had. Kill me, please, and then burn my uterus because it deserves it.â
Silence.
Spirit frowned. âBirdie?â
âUm. . . Hi, Spirit?â a sheepish response came. Aiden.
Spirit all but shot up in bed, face burning and scrambling to grab her phone. In her flustered panic, she hung up.
Never had she ever felt more embarrassed. She had just said that. . . to Aiden.
Suddenly, his name appeared on her phone. She froze. Why the hell was he calling back?!??!
She picked up. âSo, um. . . Iâm so sorry about that. I asked Siri to call one of my friends, and then you got dialed by accident, and Iâm soââ
She stopped. Because he was chuckling.
Spirit could hear him laughing, and she was so completely confused.
âAiden? Why are youâ?â
âN-nothing,â he laughed. âItâs fine, itâs fine. Just a bit funny, thatâs all.â
Spirit wasnât laughing. She felt humiliated.
When Aiden stopped laughing, he asked a question that shocked Spirit completely: âWould you be okay if I picked up some pads and ibuprofen for you?â
Spiritâs face was on fire. âY-you donât have to do that! Iâm so sorry, that call wasnât meant for youâand I donât need you to get me anything. Please, just forget about this.â
âI donât mind. Just text me your location, and Iâll be there as fast as I can.â
Spirit cringed, now even more mortified at the thought of Aidenâwho lived in a decent and nice apartmentâseeing the crap-shack where she lived. âNo, Aiden, you donâtââ
âText. Me.â Spirit could hear him leaving his apartment and the jingle of keys. She wanted to bang her head against a wall or something because of how embarrassed she felt.
Finally, she gave up. Without saying anything, she texted him her address. âTop floor, last room down the left hallway.â And she hung up before waiting for his response.
Now, along with the awful cramps and anxiety, a weight of mortification was settled in her stomach, and that seemed to be the final tipping point for her gut because she found herself running back into her bathroom to puke up the measly couple of granola bars she had for dinner.
â â â
Aiden pulled up to the building and frowned. He had not expected this.
Inside, the building smelled strongly of cheap beer and ramen. There was no elevator, but rather a lot of stairs.
He went to the top floor, went down the left hallway, and stopped at the last door. He knocked. âSpirit?â
It took a minute before the door opened. The girl looked miserable. And Aiden noticed than not only was her face beaten, but her knuckles were also more bruised than usually and she had some bruises on her arms. That, plus the fact that she looked really pale, made him super worried.
âI come bearing gifts,â he said with a forced smile, holding up a pharmacy bag.
Spiritâs face turned red with an embarrassed flush. âThanks. Come in.â
She stepped aside so he could walk in. From looking at the building, he thought that her dorm would be small, but this was insane.
A thin mattress on a black metal frame took up most of the space in the room. There was a small table by the bed with a lamp and books piled onto it. More books were in stacks on the floor, and a skateboard was propped against the wall. There was a clothing rack with shirts, hoodies, and pants hung on it, and baskets with other clothing items were on the floor next to it. Aiden saw no closet, but he did see the open door of a tiny bathroom. There was even a minifridge and a microwave on the floor. The room was dark, cold, and way too tiny.
âI know youâre thinking that this place is absolute shit,â Spirit grumbled, leaning against the wall with a frown, hands in her pockets.
Aidenâs eyes widened. âNo, I wasnât! I was just thinking. . . um. . .â
âItâs fine,â Spirit sighed, looking at him. âAll my friends think so, too. And I definitely know so.â She looked at the bag in his hand. âCould I have that?â
âOh, yeah,â Aiden said, handing the bag to her.
She thanked him, taking the box out of the bag and putting it in her bathroom. She came out with just the ibuprofen and went to grab a water bottle from her fridge. She took two of the pills, chugged half of the bottle, and let out a sigh of relief.
âYou okay?â Aiden asked, taking a single step towards her. Itâs all he had to do to stand right next to her.
âIâm fine,â Spirit said, looking up at him. âAgain, Iâm so sorry about our plans. I ruined another date before it even started, and then this, and I just. . .â She shook her head. âI totally get it if you donât wanna keep hanging out with me. Iâm really sucking at this whole âdating-thingâ, and I donâtââ
âWait, hold up,â Aiden interrupted. âSpirit, of course I donât want to stop hanging out. And I already told you, itâs fine that you cancelled. If you werenât up for it tonight, then thatâs fine.â
Spirit frowned. âAre you sure?â
He nodded, smiling softly. âAbsolutely.â
Spirit sighed and sat on the edge of her bed. Aiden sat beside her.
âSo, what really happened to you?â he asked. âBecause you have bruises on your arms and hands, too. And Iâve seen my fair share of people coming into the station after a fight. Thereâs no way you didnât get scars and bruises like that without getting in a fight or something.â
Spirit didnât look at him, chewing on her bottom lip.
âYou said something when I was in the hospital. . . you said that you wouldnât come back if your face wasnât as pretty. . . is this what you meant?â
Spirit have him a surprised look. âYou were concussed and half-asleep. I thought you wouldnât remember that.â
He shrugged. âWell, I did. Sooooo?â
Spirit sighed again, hands once again going inside her pockets. âI knew the guys who robbed the store,â she admitted. âThey and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Theyâre all assholes.â
Aidenâs eyes widened, the shock feeling overwhelming as he began to put the pieces together.
âI just. . . I got so mad after what happened to you. Thatâs something you should take into consideration before you decide to keep hanging out with me: I have a short fuse and some serious issues with my temper. Basically, I went to their place, and I confronted them about what they did to you, and then. . . I left looking like this. They looked just as bad, though, so thereâs that.â
Aiden frowned deeply, brows creased.
Spirit sighed, wrapping her arms around her stomach and looking at the floor. âYeah, I bet youâre reconsidering wanting to keep hanging out now.â
He shook his head. And then, he put a hand on her knee, making her look at him.
âIâm not reconsidering,â he stated. Then he smiled a bit. âItâs honestly cool to think that you stuck up for me like that. Itâs like having a hot guardian angel.â
Spirit blushed, eyes widening, and Aiden chuckled at her reaction. Then his eyes moved down to where her arms were wrapped tightly around her stomach. âAre you nauseous?â
She shrugged. âA little. Not as much as I was earlier, though. It just hurts now.â She yawned. âIâll probably just sleep it off, though.â
He nodded. âIs there anything else you need?â
She shook her head, smiling thankfully. âNo, youâve done more than enough for me. Thanks.â
He nodded again. âSo, movie night next Saturday?â
The look that appeared on Spiritâs faceâshocked and gladâmade Aidenâs smile widen.
She was about to agree, when she looked at her computer and said, âYâknow, we can watch a movie here if you want? I know itâs not like how we planned, and I donât have any snacks or anything, but that way we donât have to wait another whole week.â
Aiden somehow smiled wider. He didnât hesitate to agree.
He and Spirit scooted back enough that their backs were against the wall and their legs were dangling off the side of the bed. Spirit had her computer on her lap and she put on a horror movie on Netflix.
Her shoulder was nearly touching Aidenâs. Eventually, she felt his head touch the side of hers. She startled a bit, but he just chuckled. After a hesitant second, Spirit slowly laid her head on his shoulder. She even found herself smiling, even as her eyes began to grow heavy.
Aiden noticed her starting to doze off, and he grinned. âGonna be honest, this is a good date,â Aiden whispered, his hand grabbing hers.
She squeezed his hand softly in return. âYeah. It really is.â
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