I'm dying.

In the morning it was because of the hangover from yesterday, which I kind of deserved for all the shit I said.

But in the evening I did not deserve period cramps. I just wanted to sleep. Am I asking for too much?

I hate when I'm on my period. In addition to multiplying my every emotion, the first few days I barely sleep because of the pain.

I went to the doctor about it, which only ended with him changing my pills, which didn't help one shit, so thank you to all the health care for absolutely nothing. Enjoy every fucking penny you have from me.

I was lucky that I didn't have to go to work today. I don't know how to call Eddie since I still don't have my cell phone.

I put on what looked like a corset around my lower abdomen and turned it up to the highest setting, causing me to have milder cramps due to the heat it gave off.

Thanks to whoever invented this device. I wouldn't have survived without it.

I usually have it on all night and sometimes I'm even lucky enough to get at least a few hours of sleep.

But I would have to sleep on the couch and not in my own bed. I don't know why, but I like to sleep on the couch during this time. But with Acker currently sleeping on it, that possibility flew out the window.

I rolled from side to side for several hours before I realized it was useless, so I turned on the TV and hoped it would tire me out.

I fell asleep just before the sun started to rise. My eyelids were so heavy that I didn't even notice the pain in my stomach anymore.

But what I noticed was the pounding on my door only a few hours after I fell asleep.

I will kill whoever is behind that door. Except for Julie, of course.

I got out of bed and immediately grabbed my stomach when I felt a cramp. I also wasn't thrilled when I stood up after so many hours and felt that uncomfortable feeling when gravity does its job and I feel like I'm going to bleed out at any moment.

Yes, I know it's not that drastic, but try saying that to a woman on her period and you can just say goodbye to life.

I grabbed the handle and opened the door.

"Are you still in bed?" Acker frowned as he looked me over.

I don't even want to imagine what I look like. My hair is definitely going all over the place and my shirt is wrinkled on every side. It's even possible that I have a pillow print on my face.

"No, this is how I look normal," I said tiredly. "What you want?"

"I just got a call from the station. They said you can pick up your phone, they don't need it anymore. But since they didn't find anything, it was useless."

"Okay, great, good night." I tried to close the door, but he stopped me with his hand.

"Are you feeling okay?" He looked at me again. "You don't look good." He reached out and placed his hand on my forehead, which surprised me for some reason. "You don't have a fever, but you look pale." He looked me over. "Did you eat something bad?"

"No." I slapped his hand away from my face. "It's called menstruation, asshole. It's when blood flows from a woman's vagina, do you want me to describe it more?" I tilted my head to the side. "No? Okay. Good night." Before what I said even settled in his head, I slammed the door in his face and threw myself back into bed.

Please God, let me sleep a little more.



I regret every decision I made today. From when I woke up to when I knocked on Maya's door. I should have gone my own way and not cared.

But you couldn't do that, could you Sebastian? You had to be an idiot to go after her.

I've never left somewhere so quickly as I did after she closed the door right in my face.

At least I had a good excuse. Cell phone at the police.

So I went right there.

Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with women having their days. Most will relax more because of it. But I don't think Maya is that type.

She certainly didn't look it.

She looked like she was in pain and I didn't know what to do.

I mean, I've never had to deal with something like this. Val didn't like to talk about it and I'm not the type to ask random people on the street since I haven't been with anyone long enough to have this type of conversation.

It's not embarrassing, it's natural. I respect women and their strength, but that doesn't mean I want to talk to my best friend's sister about it.

Why couldn't Theo have a brother? Everything would be easier.

Before heading back to the apartment, I stopped by the bar and found Julie behind the bar.

"Sebastian." She smiled at me and looked towards the door, where she was probably waiting for Maya. She frowned and looked back at me when she realized she wasn't on my heels. "Where is..."

"Nope." I shook my head and sat on the high chair. "I'm not going to talk about this."

She looked at me confused, but it didn't take long for the corners of her mouth to turn up. "Oh." She laughed. "Are you okay?"

"I guess so." I breathed heavily. "What are you doing behind the bar?" I quickly changed the subject.

"Alex, our other bartender, needed to talk to Eddie. I'm filling in for him for a while."

"Oh." I nodded.

"Do you want a drink?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I'm here by car."

"So you're trying to escape Maya, I get it." She laughed and started wiping the glasses on her left side.

"I'm not trying to..." I didn't even try to finish my sentence.

"Don't worry, it's only the first two days that are the worst. It will gradually get better and before long you will have the old Maya back." She was trying to calm me down and I can't thank her enough for that.

"Any advice on what to do so I don't piss her off? She wasn't happy when I woke her up this morning."

"Uuuuh." Her face looked like she had half a lemon. "Bad start." She shook her head.

"Tell me about it."

"Well...you can start by making a place for her on the couch. She sleeps better there. Then bring her food. Lots of food. She likes massages on her lower back, but I highly doubt she'd let you touch her at all. Better give her space."

"Just one question," I said before she said anything else. "Is there anything that food can't fix? Concerning women of course." I asked seriously.

"There are exceptions." She laughed. "But yeah food is food."

"So what exactly should I buy?" I don't know why I care. I should mind my own business.

"Oh." She said in surprise but just shook her head. "Basically anything unhealthy. Pizza, burgers, fries, but you'd be best off asking her what she's craving. But you can never go wrong with ice cream. Caramel." She added. "Oh, oh, and onion rings are his favorite. I don't understand why, they're disgusting." She frowned. "You can also try to buy some fruit, but if it has pits or seeds or whatever it's called, she'll stuff it up your ass."

"Seeds?" I frowned. "Why?"

"She doesn't like anything that has to be taken apart. That's why she won't even eat fish as long as they have bones. She likes tangerines, but she never wants to check that they're pitted."

"Wait, wait." I stopped her, trying to absorb all the information. "She doesn't eat tangerines she likes because she doesn't know if they have pits in them." I looked at Julie like she was crazy.

"Yes." She nodded. "Maya is a strange person, I thought you figured that out by now." She laughed.

"Thank you for the advice." I moved away from the bar and stood up.

"Good luck, you're going to need it."

"Yeah, I know." I exhaled heavily and started walking away.



I didn't sleep a minute longer.

After Acker woke me up, I stayed up watching TV. I even know when he arrived.

He walked up and down for several minutes. I don't know what he's doing, but if he didn't stop, when he did, I'd go after him and probably lose my shit.

I'm so incredibly on pins and needles, like every first day. Every little thing can piss me off. Even if it is complete nonsense.

But when he stopped walking, I heard him from behind the door. "Maya?" He said quietly. I wouldn't have heard him if I was asleep.

"What?" I said annoyed. I'm not in the mood for his bullshit.

The door slowly opened and Acker appeared in it with a plate in his hand. What is he doing?

"I brought you your cell phone." He raised the other hand in which he was holding it and walked closer to me. He placed it on the table next to me and handed me a plate.

Only when I reached for it did I find out what was on it.

Is he kidding me?

"Tangerines?" I frowned at the plate of slices and then at him. "I don't eat them." I tried to return the plate to him. He can take the devil's fruit from where it came from.

"They're without pits, I made sure." He pushed the plate back to me. "And I moved back into the room, so if you want to go to the couch, you can." He gestured to the door.

What is going on? Am I dreaming? I fell asleep and don't know about it. Yep, that's it.

Wait no, I doubt it now, if it was a dream he would be wearing fewer clothes.

Maya!

"And I was also thinking about ordering something today. What do you fancy?"

It is possible that my mind is playing tricks on me. This can't be real.

"Why do you look like I'm offering you rat poison?" He frowned.

"Because I'm eighty percent sure that's what you're trying to do." I placed the plate on the table next to me and lifted myself up to sit properly. "What are you doing?"

"You said you had..."

"Yes, I know." I jumped into his speech. "But why are you doing this?" I pointed to the plate.

"Because this is the only way I'll be sure you won't suffocate me at night just because I'm breathing loudly." Good point. "But if you don't want them..." He reached for his plate.

"No, wait." I stopped his hand. "Are they really without pits?" Yes, I know how stupid it sounds, but don't judge me. Everyone has something they are not proud of. In my case, it is a dish where I have to be careful not to choke on pits or bones.

"Every one of them." He nodded.

"Leave them." Acker just withdrew his hand and straightened up. "Thanks." I almost whispered.

"When you're hungry, call me, and I'll order something." I nodded. "And if you want, I'll help you get all the things you need on the couch." He pointed behind him.

I don't know who this person is in front of me, but I'm starting to like him too much.

*****

I can't believe it, but I really slept. Four hours!

I fell asleep the moment Acker shut himself in his room so as not to disturb me unnecessarily.

This is probably the best sleep I've ever had on my first day.

I woke up sometime during the night when my stomach started to hurt again so much that I curled my toes.

I can't have everything, can I? Well, at least I slept for a while.

I took a quick nice shower so that I don't feel dirty at least and lie down on the couch again.

As I sat down, the door to Acker's room opened and he was standing in it only in sweatpants, which were dangerously low. "Why are you not sleeping?"

"Guess." I rolled my eyes and lay down. I pressed my knees to my chin, so I curled up, which should help relieve the cramps.

"Does your stomach hurt?" I didn't know where he was since my eyes were closed, but I heard him approaching.

"No, this is how I sleep normally," I muttered. I know I'm treating him like a bitch, but that can easily be attributed to my current state.

He laughed and I just heard him walk away. That's good. Leave me alone.

I heard the door, but it wasn't the one to his room, but to the bathroom. He began opening drawers and cabinets before returning and I soon felt the couch bend at my feet.

I opened my eyes only to find Acker sitting there with something in his hand.

"What's that?" I leaned against the couch and sat up.

"Get on your stomach." He nodded his head at me.

"Sure, want me to tie my hands together as well." I snorted when I noticed what he was holding in his hand. It's massage oil, but I never actually used it for massage.

"On your stomach, Maya." He instructed me, his voice raspy.

"No." I crossed my arms over my chest. Whatever he wants to do with it, I don't like it already.

"Maya." He said in a warning tone. "Do it yourself or I'll throw you on your stomach myself."

"I don't know what you're up to, but if you think..." I couldn't finish. Acker stood up, walked over to me, grabbed my hips, and flipped me onto my stomach. "Acker!" I screamed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"If only I knew." He whispered, but I heard him.

He rolled up my shirt, which only showed my black panties and I felt cold air on my ass.

Acker disappeared somewhere behind me and I felt the couch bend on either side of my legs.

Drops of the cool oil landed on my back, causing chills.

"What are you doing?" I tried to move, but his hands appeared on my back.

"I'm trying to help you, so be quiet." He slowly ran his fingers over my lower back, in circular motions, which surprisingly eased my cramps. That went on for over five minutes.

But then he pressed in one spot and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my mouth.

I felt Acker stiffen. He wasn't the only one.

This is not a good position to be in to moan.

Acker shirtless, just above me with his hands on my lower back.

Me, with my t-shirt rolled up, in my panties and on my period, which only makes me hornier.

"Um." I cleared my throat. "Thanks," I said quietly.

"Feeling better?" If you mean hornier than I was before then yes.

"Mhmm." I got out of myself.

"That's good." His hands suddenly disappeared from my back and I felt an unpleasant coldness. "Try to sleep while you feel good." I felt his fingers on my skin as he pulled my shirt down to cover my ass.

I'd be lying if I said his fleeting touch on my bare skin on my ass didn't do anything to me.

I should be treated. He is my brother's best friend for Christ's sake!

His touch should not have this type of effect on me.

Something is wrong with me. Really wrong.



I couldn't wait until Monday since I already have it written. But I'm sure you guys don't mind ;)