As I sat in the back of Michael's car, I scrolled through my contacts, and I tapped on Emma's number. "Hey, baby." I hear her say. "Hey, just so that you know, I'm going to the bar with the guys," I tell her. "Okay, I don't care." She said. "Emma are you okay?" I ask her. "Well, no, I feel like shit." She says.

"What's wrong?" I ask her. "Well, first of all, it's that wonderful time of the month, I apparently stained the bed sheets, so I'm washing them. Not only that, I am possibly having the worst cramps ever and I still have to go out to the store later cause apparently I'm almost out of tampons." She told me. I then put the phone down and I looked at Micheal in the car mirror.

"Micheal turns the car around, I need to go to the store," I tell him. "Can this wait, we're almost at the bar." Michael pleads. "Turn this motherfucking car around," I tell him sternly. "Fine, your highness, I take you to the damn store," Micheal says as he makes a U-turn and heads to the store.

"Emma, I'm gonna have to get off but I'll talk to you later," I tell her. "Okay, bye." She tells me. "Bye," I tell her, then I hang up. Once we reached the store, we quickly made our way in.

"Now, explain to me why we're here?" Micheal asked me as he grabbed a cart. "We are on a very important mission," I tell him as I scan through the isles. "What about this 'mission' makes it important?" He askes me, and I finally found the women's hygiene isle. "Because it's for Emma." I walk to the end of the aisle, for that's where the tampons were located.

"Are you serious? Claude, there are literally thousands of different types of tampons and shit. God, we're gonna be here forever-" Michael said as I cut him off. "Found them, now to the candy aisle!" I said as I threw the box of tampons in the cart and I made my way to the candy aisle. "Why do we need to go to the candy aisle?" Michael said as he ran to catch with me. Once we reached the candy aisle, I head straight to where the chocolate was.

"There are so many different types of chocolate, like white chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, chocolate with mint? Who combines mint with chocolate, that's just disrespectful to chocolate." I said as I scanned the shelves of endless chocolate. "Claude, just pick something and go," Micheal said. "Actually, I have a better idea," I said, I then grabbed a box that contained bars of Hershey candy bars, and I dump the entire box of candy bars into the cart.

"Claude, you are insane," Micheal tells me plainly. "When am I not, Micheal?" I respond. We then go to the front of the store and check out. As we reached the front of the line at the cash register, we were greeted by the cashier who seemed like a nice middle-aged woman. As she scanned the items, she tried to start a conversation with me.

"Let me guess, buying for the girlfriend I see?" She asked me. Now, this was a very awkward moment, this is because no one knows about me and Emma secretly dating. I looked at Micheal, he nodded his head as a sign that I should at least say something. "Um, yeah." I blurted out.

"Well, that's very nice of you. Usually, guys don't do that, but sometimes there are men like you and I think that it's very nice how you're willing to take care of her by getting her tampons. You're a nice young man." She said as she smiled at me. "Thank you, ma'am," I say.
"But I will admit, you kinda overdid it with the chocolate." She said with a chuckle trailing behind. I just nervously laugh along. I could tell by the look of Michael's face that he was enjoying watching me embarrass myself.

Once I paid for the chocolate and tampons, we left the store. " 'Let me guess buying for the girlfriend?', 'Um, yeah'." Micheal said, imitating me. "Haha, yea real funny," I said as I punched his arm. "But seriously though, that was nice of you to do, and you're never nice. Is the infamous Claude Sylvester turning soft?" Michael asked me as he handed the bag to me, then put the cart away. "No, I'm not. If I didn't, all I would hear is complaining from Emma, now take me to my house as I got into the passenger seat. Once Michael got into the car, he quickly drove me to my house.

"There you go, now go give your 'girlfriend' her chocolate and shit," Micheal said as he laughs at me. "Shut up, or else I'll give you a black eye," I tell him as I got out of the car. Micheal rolled his window and yelled, "Oh, I'm so scared." "Jackass," I called him, then I unlock the door and I walked into the house closing the door.

I put the bag down on the kitchen counter. I quietly walked through the house to find Emma. She was in the laundry room, taking the sheets out of the dryer. I walked up behind, as quietly as possible.

"SURPRISE!" I yelled, only to get punched in the gut. "You motherfucker, why did you do that?" She asked me, as I grabbed my gut from the impact. "Why did you punch me?" I asked her. "You scared me, should be pretty obvious. But here's another question, why are you here and not at the bar with the guys?" She asked me. "There's a bag on the kitchen counter, go look," I tell her. I follow her to the kitchen, she opens the bag and she pulls out the box of tampons.

"You went to store and you bought me tampons and a crap ton of chocolate. Why?" She questioned. "Gee, I don't know, maybe because you said you needed some tampons, and since I want to be a good boyfriend I got you some, and since you usually crave sweet things while being on your period I decided to get you some chocolate," I tell her plainly, and suddenly she was kissing me. "Thank you." She tells me. "Uh, no problem," I tell her.

"I should probably go before Michael comes and yells at me," I tell her. "Yea, you probably should, bye." She tells me. "Bye, baby girl," I tell her as I kiss her goodbye, then I left the house.