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“Hey Y/N, I really need your help with something.”

“911″

“This is an emergency! I’m not kidding! I really need your help!” 

You read the needy texts on your phone as another one came crashing in. 

“ASAP!”

You sighed and grabbed your phone from your night stand, unlocking it before you pressed the call button on your best friends icon. Not even a second later, he picked up, completely out of breath. 

“I swear to god, Peter, if this is a joke and you woke me up from my loving nap, I’ll make sure to castrate you on my own!” you threatened. 

“Oh wow, lovely greeting. You make me feel soooo much-loved”, he groaned into his phone. “But I swear, this is an emergency and I need you right here this instant.”

“Okay, shoot, what it is?” you asked him as another yawn creeped up your face.

“Well, um... I need you at my place like right now,” he mumbled, probably into his shirt, while he tried to whisper so no one else could hear it. 

“Why?”

“There’s a huuuge problem, like really huge and I don’t think that I’m supposed to solve it. Mom’s not here right now and you’re the only one that could help me right now.”

“Just spill it, Kavinsky! You woke me up from my nap, so this better be good!” you groaned and slowly rolled out of your bed until your feet were dangling down, your toes barely touching the carpet.

“It’s my sister, she’s... she just got her period,” he breathed out. “Oh god, that was easier said than I thought.”

“Are you for real? I thought it’d be something more dramatic!”

“It is! I’m a boy. I can’t give her the girl talk! You have to do it, please. I’ll buy you your favorite can of ice scream and watch your favorite movie with you tonight, please,” he begged. You knew exactly that he was giving you his puppy dog eyes through the phone, his begging voice gave it away.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” you gave in as you finally put your feet on the ground and walked over to your dresser. “But I have to make a quick run to the store on my way. Talk to her! I don’t care about what, but just talk to her. She’s probably freaking out.”

“So am I!” he shouted into the phone, causing you to pull your phone away.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend and grabbed your coat, throwing it on before you grabbed your tote bag and made your way down the steps to the front door. “Just relax, I’ll be there in 20.”

“Thank you, Y/N.“

You said your goodbyes to your mom and put on your sneakers, heading out the front door to get to the garage. Your bike was leaning against the gate where you left it after school. You hopped on and made your way to the nearest store to get Peter’s sister the supplies that she needed from now on.

Knowing how hard it was to get your first period, you made sure that you packed everything. Pads, tea, ice scream and of course chocolate. You packed everything in your tote bag and put it in the basket right in front of your handlebars.

The store wasn’t that far away from Peter’s place, so you made it in less than ten minutes. You parked your bike right next to Peter’s blue jeep and grabbed your bag, making your way to the front door that was already opened. You closed it behind you and took off your shoes.

You heard him talking to his little sister somewhere upstairs, so you headed to the kitchen and placed your bag on the counter, putting all the things away you just bought.

After you boiled some water and put the tea bags in her favorite cup, which you knew because you were spending quite a lot of time at the Kavinsky household. With the cup in your hands, you walked up the stairs and headed to her room, where you heard Peter talking. He was trying his best to explain everything about menstruation that he knew of.

“If I were mom, I’d try talking about my own period experiences, so you can relate to the subject in a more personal way, but unfortunately I can’t,” he sighed.

You were hiding right next to the door and leaned your head against the wall, listening to the conversation inside her room.

“I just remember when Y/N got her first period. She was scared because she was only eleven years old and I remember her crying because she ruined her favorite bed sheets. But her mom told her that it’s okay. She just put her sheets and pj’s into the washer,” he remembered. “She wasn’t at school that day and I was worried sick because she wouldn’t tell me what was going on, so I visited her after school. She just laid there on the couch with a heating pad on her stomach, because it hurt so much. Her mom told me, when she opened the door for me, that she just got her first period and that I shouldn’t mention it to her because she was embarrassed, so I just sat right next to her, put my feet on the coffee table and watched her favorite movie with her.”

“Will you watch my favorite movie with me?” she asked her big brother.

“Of course,” he replied.

A smile creeped up your face. Peter wasn’t that bad at giving the talk. He was pretty good at it.

“Can you tell me more? What happened after that? With Y/N?”

“We were just sitting there, staring at the screen until her mom joined us and gave Y/N a cup of her favorite tea. I told her what she’s been missing on in school because the idiot, who kept on hitting on Y/N just got suspended for a week. Y/N was quite happy that we were not talking about the topic but eventually she told me what was going on that day. And I just said that it’s a shame that girls and women have to hide the fact that their body is going through something that is totally natural.”

“Peter’s right,” you joined the conversation, getting out from your hiding spot. You saw Peter jumping up. He placed his hand on his chest and stared at you wide eyed, giving you a look that said something like, “How long have you been listening?”

“You know, menstruation is a natural process, but we still live in a society where we hide pads up our sleeves and where images of blood stains are removed from social media,” you added and walked over to them, handing the cup of tea to Emma. “Here, it’s your favorite.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled and scooted over, making more space for you to sit on the bed. But before you joined them, you walked over to Peter and wrapped your right arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a side-hug.

“You’re the best,” he mumbled into your shirt as he hugged you back.

“I know,” you bragged and let him go, sitting down next to him on the bed with your legs crossed. Mia took a sip of her tea before she placed the mug on the nightstand.

“I still have some questions,” she mumbled and looked at you.

Peter coughed and stood up, flattening the shirt that he wore before he said, “Yup, I think the sheets are ready for the dryer. Don’t wait for me.”

You rolled your eyes and gave Mia a look. She just giggled before her face went pale, knowing that the awkward girl talk was just about to start. “Alright, just talk to me about periods just the same way you’d explain about skincare, so I know what’s going on and what I have to do. I want the facts, but I don’t want to actually have the conversation, it would make me cringe.”

“Wow, straight to the point, huh?” you laughed. “I know it’s embarrassing, that’s how I felt when my mom gave me the talk, but we still need to know this stuff. Just like we nee to know how to do math.”

“But why? I mean why on earth do we have to … bleed,” she whispered the last word. “It’s like someone’s punishing us.”

“For not being pregnant?” you asked. She nodded as her cheeks reddened. “That’s what I said to my mom as well. First you think it’s unfair, boys and men don’t have to go through this. But instead of having to deal with menstruation every month, they have to deal with shaving nearly every two days. Of course, shaving doesn’t hurt. Men don’t have to go through the cramps and the craving for some chocolate, but this makes us the stronger gender, don’t you think?”

Mia nodded. “Will anyone be able to tell I’m on my period? I mean, what if blood leaks through my clothes?”

“Make sure to change your pads, or tampons, whatever you’re more comfortable with, regularly. And no, you can’t lose a tampon inside you permanently and a tampon won’t kill you. Those are just misinformation’s. But you might want to use a tampon when you’re a little more comfortable with your period. Today’s pads are much more sports-friendly and easier to hide than the bulky ones when I started my period. And a tip, use a smaller size of tampon first, just to get the feeling. But for now, stick with the pads.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know if I could’ve asked Peter all those questions and mom’s not here right now. I was freaking out and so was Peter. He wasn’t helping,” she told you.

“Peter’s never good at helping,” you laughed.

“I heard that!” Peter shouted from the hall before he joined the two of you again.

“I was joking.”

“I hope so,” he said and grabbed the remote from the small TV in Mia’s room. He hopped on the bed and leaned against the headboard behind him, turning the TV on. “So, now that this is cleared, what do you wanna watch, Mia?”

“Beauty and the beast, but the new one. It’s on Netflix,” Mia replied as she made more space for you. You thanked her and crawled beneath the blanket next to her, squeezing yourself between her and Peter.

Peter started the movie and raised his right arm up in the air, saying “Come here.” You smiled and snuggled against his side, leaning your head on his chest before he placed his arm around your shoulders.

It didn’t take long for Mia to fall asleep, her tea was long forgotten. And if Peter wouldn’t stop stroking your arm any time soon, you’d be joining Mia in a heartbeat.

“You know, you did a great job today,” you mumbled, your eyes falling shut for a few seconds.

“So did you,” he replied. “Come on, why don’t we leave her alone and head downstairs to watch your favorite movie like I promised.”

You smiled at him as he got out of bed, holding his hand out for you while you tried not to wake his little sister up. Grabbing his hand, you hopped out of bed and followed Peter downstairs. You let go of his hand as soon as you made it to the living room, leaving Peter alone to grab something to drink for the both of you.

He joined you on the couch and plopped down right next to you, hitting your thigh in the progress. You groaned and pushed him away, reaching for the ice cream in his hands which he held away.

“Peter, please. You promised!” you whined and reached for the ice scream again. Peter gave you your spoon and sat back next to you, turning the TV on. You snatched the ice cream out of his grip and snuggled against his side. He raised his left arm and pulled you closer against his side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

While the two of you sat there in silence, taking spoons full of ice scream and watching a movie on Netflix, Peter couldn’t stop staring at you. He had listened to every word you said to his sister. After he put the sheets away, he eavesdropped your conversation. He was hiding on the staircase, thankful that you agreed to help him. He couldn’t get the picture out of his head what it would feel like to have this every night, you and him, side by side, watching a movie together.

Yes, he had a crush on you, he always had, but you gave him no signs. That’s when he took the one chance he had to get a girlfriend, Gen. God, you hated her. It wasn’t the same anymore when Gen and Peter got together. He replaced you with her, told her all the stuff he used to tell you, took her to the movies instead of you.

Of course, you had told him that, but being Peter, he told you that you were imagining it. You were done with his bullshit and decided to do the same with him. You didn’t text him anymore and that’s when things started to get worse. Your friendship, well, you couldn’t call it a friendship anymore, was slowly becoming something else. Gen realized what was going on and decided to give it a little push. She was telling Peter stuff that wasn’t true about you and sooner or later, the two of you weren’t talking anymore. A few stares were shared in the hallways of the cafeteria, but nothing more.

It lasted until he confronted you, saying how sorry he was and that the two of them ended their relationship. You accepted his excuse, but told him that you still weren’t over this. Since then, he tried his best to win you over again and since then his feelings for you were getting stronger and stronger. He knew that he wasn’t fighting for a friendship, he was fighting for your love.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” you answered, your focus was still on the TV in front of you.

“Y/N?” he asked again.

“What?” you barked and turned your head up, to get a better look.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you off him, holding you and arms lengths away. “I have to tell you something.”

You raised your brows at him, since he never continued.

“You know that I’m sorry for what I did to you, right?”

“Oh god, Peter. I don’t know how often I told you that you shouldn’t apologize anymore. It’s okay. It was stupid, but that’s over. We’re good now. I told you so!” you groaned and grabbed his hands that were still on your shoulders, you intertwined your fingers with his and dropped your hands on your lap.

“I know, but the reason why I was fighting so hard wasn’t to get you back as a friend and… oh my god no no no no!” Peter stopped as he saw your face. You were giving him a pissed look, one that could kill you in seconds. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Peter, I don’t know what you’re trying to tell me,” you mumbled and let go of his hands. Peter sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the top, which he only did when he was nervous.

“I… um… have you ever wondered what it would feel like to do this more often?”

“To do what more often? Watching a movie together? Explaining your sister more about the women 101?”  you joked, earning a laugh from your best friend.

“No… yes. I mean, you and me, sitting here, watching a movie or not watching a movie-“

“You’re confusing me.”

“Okay. I’ll just… I’m in love with you, Y/N. I always have been,” Peter finally confessed, closing his eyes to avoid any strange glances from you. But as seconds passed and no words left your mouth, Peter reopened his eyes and stared into yours.

“Y/N?”

“I’m… you’re? You’re in love with me?” you whispered, the words barely leaving your lips. “Me?”

Peter grabbed your hands once again and traced some patterns with his thumb on your palms while he looked you in the eyes. “Yes. I am and I’m such a bad friend because I could’ve told you sooner and maybe we didn’t have to go through all the shit and drama lately and-“

“You loved me all the time Even before you dated Gen?” you asked, trying to get the facts right.

Peter nodded and pressed his lips together, forming a thin line. “And I’m sorry if this might affect our friendship but I can’t keep this to me any longer. I’ve always had those feelings but the last few months it was getting stronger and stronger because I was fighting so hard for our friendship and it was then, when I realized that I was fighting for something more than just our friendship. And maybe we can work this out. I could-“

“Just shut up, Peter,” you smiled and pressed your lips firmly against his plump ones. Peter was taken back for a second, but before you could pull away, he let go of your hands to grab your face and deepened the kiss.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you mumbled against his lips when you pulled away. Peter opened his eyes and sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “I was scared, I think.”

“God, we could’ve done this more often until now,” you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“So you’re?”

“Yes, Peter. I was hoping all along that I my feeling wouldn’t be one sided,” you replied and kissed him again. Peter smiled while kissing you and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you onto his lap. He deepened the kiss while his hands ran all over your back, trying to find the right spot. He finally wrapped his arms around your body and leaned into the kiss.

“Say it,” he begged in between your kiss. “Please.”

“I’m in love with you, Peter Kavinsky, with all my heart.”