Blue's POV
"Spit it out babe," I whine for maybe the hundredth time.
"Okay um, I just wanted to ask... Who told you I was in the...y'know." He admits staring straight forward whole driving.
"I thought we were over this?" I narrow my eyes.
I'm really moody nowadays.
"We-we are, but I-"
"Great! Then we shouldn't be talking about it and it should not be important who told me." I conclude and he sighs.
Arriving home, I dash upstairs, desperate for a shower. I walk into his closet picking out one of his sweatshirts. He walks in and stops short staring at my arse.
"Really Theodore." I giggle but he doesn't show any expression. He looks frightened even.
"What?" I ask turning around to face him.
"You have a little.." He trails off still staring at my white jeans.
"I, uh. You have a little..red..stuff.. On your butt."
Red stuf-
Oh shit.
Oh, fudge.
My period isn't it?
And he just had to be the one to notice it.