DAY ONE
Buffy whimpered as she woke up. She knew that she would start today, and she hated it. She walked into the bathroom, and started the shower. She felt so dirty. I hate getting my period. It sux. As she stepped into the shower, the warm water started to calm her down again.
Angel was lying in bed. He knew Buffy was on her period, that's why she spent a half-hour in the bathroom. Oh man, she’s gonna be touchy today. I better play it by ear. He got up and went into the kitchen. Knowing that Buffy liked chocolate during her time of month, he made her some hot cocoa along with a chocolate chip muffin. He waited anxiously for Buffy to get out of the shower, and hoped that she wouldn’t bite his head off.
Buffy slowly got out of the shower. She didn’t care if she were late to school. She just wanted to die. She decided on a pair of jean overalls and a baggy white T-shirt and pulled her hair into a ponytail. She didn’t care what she looked like. If anyone had a problem with it, they were going to meet the sharp end of the stake.
When she came into the kitchen and saw Angel sitting at the table. She also noticed in her spot was a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a chocolate chip muffin. She trudged over to her chair and plopped down. She began to pick at the muffin and slowly drink the chocolate.
"Morning, baby." Angel said quietly.
"Mmph."
By that reaction, Angel could tell that Buffy was probably hating him for being a male. But he would never bring that to his defense, knowing that he would probably be ash. He was just glad that Buffy only lasted five days instead of the full week. Angel looked at the clock. 7:30, school starts in twenty minutes. Angel hated to do this. "Buffy, shouldn’t you be going to school? You don’t want to be late do you?" He waited for the stake to enter his heart. But instead, "Fine." Was all she mumbled. He stood up and walked her to the door. He kissed her lightly on the lips, and went off to school.
LATER THAT NIGHT
"I hate them! I hate them all! Why don’t they just die?!" Buffy screamed as she walked into the apartment.
"Buffy? What’s wrong?." Uh oh, who pissed her off? I’ll be surprised if they are still alive.
"Teachers! I hate them all! They all suck!!!"
"Tell me what happened."
"Well, I got to my first class like two minutes late, and the teacher bitched me out! She said I was irresponsible! Excuse me that my body decided that it wasn’t good for me to run while I have cramps! And then, my second period teacher, Mr. Brant, was talking about some oil spill in some state, and he said that hydrochloric acid was put in batteries! But it’s sulfuric acid! And of course I couldn’t stop him form making a fool out of himself because the all high and mighty Mr. Brant NEVER makes mistakes!!! And he took away my Citra and Goldfish! Damn him!!! At least my English teacher was nice to me. Then, in gym, they made me run and run! It hurts so bad, Angel! I feel like I’m going to die!!! Oh and then, Giles decided that I needed to train. That was fun! So there I was training and do you know how uncomfortable it is to train when you’re bleeding and you can’t control it?! No, of course you don’t! You’re a male, and you’ll never understand! I hate you!" Buffy stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Angel sighed. He hated this. Four more days, that’s all, only four more. He lay on the bed and shut his eyes.
Angel woke later and found Buffy curled up to him sound asleep. She shifted uncomfortably in her sleep and whimpered. Angel kissed the top of her head and drifted back to sleep.
DAY TWO
Thank God it’s Saturday, Buffy thought. She stretched her muscles and went to go take a shower. She still felt icky, but at least she wasn’t crying. She got out of the shower and dressed in a pair of sweats. No way was she going to go out today, not even if the building burnt down. Nope, she was going to stay on the couch all day, snuggled in her lover’s arms and watch television.
The day was spent with Buffy on the coach and Angel holding her. He only got up when she told him to. He got up when she had to go to the bathroom, he got up to get her chocolate, and he got up to get her Advil or Midol.
That night, they went to bed and Angel once again counted the days in his head. Only three more.
DAY THREE
It was Sunday and Angel and Buffy were once again laying on the couch watching TV. Buffy had a container of chocolate pudding and the rest were on the floor within her reach. Suddenly, Buffy dropped the pudding on the floor and doubled over in pain. "Oh God," was all she could say. It hurt so bad. It felt like someone was twisting a knife around in her gut.
"Buffy, honey, what’s wrong?"
"Cramps… Advil… now… go…" He got up as fast as he could and ran into the kitchen and grabbed three Advil and a bottle of water. He returned and she took the pills. He pulled her into her lap as she cried, and whispered, "Shh shh. It’s going to be alright." Big mistake.
"What the hell do you know?! You’re never going to have to go through this! You don’t know what it’s like to bleed five days out of a month!!! You don’t know what it feels like to want to cry one minute and the next to curl up and die! Unless you go through it, you’ll never know! I’ll have to go through this until I hit my forties or maybe even fifties!!! And then menopause! And the only time I’ll get a break is when YOU decide to get me pregnant! And then every part of me is going to swell, I’ll look like a cow, and I’ll be craving everything down to dirt!!! There’s no break!!!" Buffy had picked up a stake that was nearby and was proceeding to push Angel towards the wall, aiming at his heart. "And you have the nerve to tell me that it’s going to be alright! I hate you! I hate guys! They think they know what they are talking about! They suck! I’m becoming a nun!!! You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!" Buffy threw the stake at the wall and it stuck there. Buffy stomped into the bedroom and returned with a pillow and blanket and threw them at Angel. She then went back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Angel heard the lock click from the other side of the door. Angel plopped down onto the couch thinking, two days, how am I ever going to survive?
DAY FOUR: THE MIRACLE
Buffy was happy. After going into the bathroom, she found out that she had stopped. No more cramps for a month. Buffy sighed a sigh of relief. Oh no! Angel! What did I do to him last night? She remembered threatening him with a stake. She unlocked the door to their bedroom and saw Angel sleeping on the couch. She looked over to where she had thrown the stake. It was in fact sticking out of the wall. It had landed right in a picture of Buffy and Angel. Centimeters away from missing Angel’s…. manhood… Buffy went over and pulled it out of the wall. She sighed and went over to Angel’s sleeping form.
Hmm. How am I going to wake him up? I know! Buffy bent over and began to kiss Angel on the lips. Even in his sleep, he responded to her and he pulled her on top of him. He groggily opened his eyes. He looked at her with questioning eyes. "Am I okay to kiss you again, or are you going to take that stake and put it in my heart?"
"You can kiss me. I stopped. I’m sorry about last night, Angel. It’s just that it hurts so bad, and I lose all train of reasonable thought."
"It’s okay. Though I don’t understand it, I want to try. At least I’m learning what to say and do and not say and do."
"True. I know one thing that you better do right now," she told him with a smile.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"Kiss me?"
"Always."
THE END