Anton's Pov:
"UGH! WHY!! CAN'T!! IT!! BE!! REMOVEEEEED!! ARGH! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO????!"
Since we got home, she's been quilling already. When will she stop? I'm sick of her mouth!
"What's your problem?!" I irritably asked as I folded my arms.
"None of your business. Just go back to your room," she answered.
"What's not my problem? The noise of your mouth fills the whole house, so how can I not have that problem?".
"Could you please!!" she turned to me as her eyes glazed over.
Is there something wrong with her brain? What's her problem?
"Ok, do what you want. But can you be quiet?" I shut the door.
Just a few minutes after I entered the room, I could hear her squalling again.
"What the hell-" I recoiled when I saw her with tears while lying on the floor.
"What really is your problem?" I asked.
"This!" she cried as she pointed to the couch with blood. "I've been rubbing it so many times, but it won't come off. I'm already disgusted".
"Let me see," I was about to give it a look, but she immediately stood up and blocked it.
"Don't!".
"Why didn't you think it would happen?".
"How would I, huh? I told you, I'm irregular. It's annoying!", she flopped to the floor and continuously stomping her feet like a child.
"Stand there. You're so childish. We haven't had dinner yet. It's getting late already".
"What am I going to do with this?", She squealed so I covered my ears.
"I'll take care of it. I'll just call for an upholstery cleaning service tomorrow".
"If so, where will I sleep?".
I sat first in the dining area while waiting for her to finish cooking. I've been hungry, but she prioritized crying first before cooking. So here I am, waiting.
"Hey, I have a knock-knock joke for you," she suddenly said while slicing the hotdog.
I just looked at her.
"Knock knock!", She giggled.
I just kept looking at her, so she walked towards me and showed the hotdog very near my face. "I said knock knock."
I removed the hotdog in front of me. "Who's there?".
"Hotdog sandwich".
"Hotdog sandwich who?".
"Teach me hotdog sandwich, teach me, teach me hotdog sandwich," she danced as she guffawed.
Look at this crazy woman. I just couldn't paint her tearful face because of the couch earlier, and now, it seems like there's no tomorrow to laugh. There's really something wrong with her head.
"Wait, wait!!! I have another one!" she could hardly say because she laughs so hard. "Knock knock!!".
I just rolled my eyes. "Who's there?"
"Anton," she says and holds back a laugh.
"Anton who?" I said without emotion.
He even suppressed a laugh before singing and made the hotdog as her mic. "Anton wanna close my eyes! Anton wanna fall asleep 'cause I'll miss you, baby. And Anton wanna miss a thing", she almost died laughing. I accidentally chuckled because of her corniness.
"Wait, wait, wait, looks who's smiling," she teased when she saw me, so I immediately took back my smile.
"Me? Do I look like smiling?" I pointed to myself. "Just hurry up and cook there."
"Pshhh, just say you don't really know any knock-knock joke. Poor you!" she sneered.
When she finished cooking, instead of eating, she just stared at the food.
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked.
"I was just thinking," she replied.
"Of?".
"Of where can I sleep? Maybe here again. I'll just put a pillow on my head. But I'm not comfortable. It's also hard to move. If I'm on the floor, I might get sick. It's even worse when I get cold. I can't take any other medicine either. It's really hard to be a woman", she said and looked down.
I smirked. "You're saying a lot. You don't have to allude. All right, just sleep in my room".
"What? I'm not alluding", she denies. "But are you serious? I'll sleep in your bed?".
"Do I have a choice? I'm the only one who'll suffer more when you get sick".
"You also know how to have mercy sometimes," she grinned. "But wait, where are you going to sleep?".
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We are here in my room now. She's lying on my bed while I'm enduring the cold here on the floor.
"Don't you ever ...." I got up and looked at her. ".... at my bed".
She nodded slowly and covered herself with a blanket.
I went back to lying down. I closed my eyes and was about to go to sleep when I heard a squeak.
"Don't make noise. I can't sleep," I complained. But instead of keeping quiet, she became louder.
I got up and turned on the light. "What now?".
I saw him squirming and crying.
"Why? What's the matter?" I asked.
"Menstrual cramps," she sobbed.
I could see she was struggling as her sweat and tears were already mixing.
"I'm sorry if you can't sleep. But it really hurts. I'll just go in the bathroom".
She wriggled before he could even stand up. "Ahhhh," she moaned.
"Wait, stay here," I said and went to the kitchen.
I took the Ibuprofen I bought earlier from the medicine box. I knew this would happen. Good thing
I read some info on the internet earlier.
"Here, take this. Consume all the water. That will help to lessen the pain ", I told her and gave her the medicine and water. I helped her stand up and drink it.
I gave her a heating pad which she placed on her belly.
She just closed her eyes, but she continued to sob. It looks really painful.
"Try rolling to your side and tucking in your arms and legs. This position takes the pressure off your abdominal muscles and is the best sleeping position to relieve tension that can make cramping worse", I told her. She just obeyed what I said and continued weeping.
"T-try to massage your abdominal area," I suggested. She tried what I said, but he kept crying.
"I know I'll regret this," I said to myself as I started massaging her belly.
Eventually, I noticed she was finally asleep, so I stopped massaging her. "Hays, why am I even doing this?".
I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. I just took a deep breath and covered her with a blanket before going back to bed.