Ariel's POV

I looked at the brand new phone in my hands.

"This is for me?" I asked Ajax for the third time, still not believing he got me a new expensive phone.

"Yes, kitten. It's for you."

"Me me?" I asked, making absolutely no sense at all.

Ajax laughed, throwing his head back.

"Yes, Ariel Elizabeth Jones, it's for you."

I gasped. "How do you even know my middle name?"

"I know a lot of things, Elizabeth." He smirked.

"Don't call me that."

"Why not, Elizabeth?" He mocked.

"Stop calling me that." I didn't like my middle name. It was my mothers name. She left me.

"Fine. And I also know this." Elmo said before starting to tickle my sides.

I burst out laughing.

"St-stop I -no stop!" I spluttered in between laughs. "You rapist!"

Ajax stopped. He looked down at me, tilting his head in confusion.

"Why did you just call me a rapist?"

"It's because tickling is just like rape except you're forced to laugh." I said, giggling.

Ajax smiled lovingly at me. He lay on top of me on the bed, supporting himself with his elbows.

"I put my number in your phone, already. I hope we never have to be that far away to actually use it." Elmo said.

He was so close, I could feel his breathing hit my lips.

"Did you get me a phone case?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes. Which color would you like?" Ajax asked back, also whispering.

"Dark blue." I answered. "Why are we whispering?"

We were in Ajax's room. Or our room. I blushed at the thought.

Ajax grinned. "I don't know. Why are you blushing?"

I just shook my head, blushing even more.

Elmo just smiled and kissed me. The kiss was sweet and-

"Hey bro I- woah! I'm leaving."

Not very long.

Katie immediately left the room and Ajax and I broke our kiss.

Ajax groaned. "She always has to ruin it."

I just laughed and rolled out from under Ajax, saying I needed to go to the bathroom.

I locked the door behind me and pulled my pants down. I sat on the seat and groaned.

"Are you alright, kitten?" Ajax's voice was laced with worry, outside the bathroom door.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

How did I forget that it was my time of the month (aka tom)?

I looked in all the cupboards under the sinks and found nothing. Uggh.

I stuffed some tissue in my underwear and washed my hands.

"Kitten?"

I opened the door to see Ajax standing right in front of me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, concern etched into his face.

"Nothing. It's just that tom's here." I shrugged, hoping he would understand.

He didn't.

"Who the hell is tom?" Ajax asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"You know, tom." I said, putting emphasis on the word and hoping he would have some kind of idea to what I was talking about.

He didn't.

"No, I don't know and I wanna know who the fuck is tom?!" He raised his voice and I saw his hands had turned into fists at his sides.

Oh god. He thought tom was a person. I have to say something before he punches a wall.

His face was angry and he was slightly shaking with fury.

"It'smytimeofmonth." I said quickly, embarassed that I was telling him this.

"Speak up, kitten." Ajax ordered. My stomach flipped at the way he said my nickname.

"It's my time of month. And I need um... stuff." I said. I looked down at my feet and started playing with my sleaves awkwardly.

Ajax visibly relaxed.

"Oh god." I looked up and Ajax was smiling and shaking his head, probably at himself.

"I thought I was going to have to kill someone named Tom." He said seriously. He then looked at me. "Do you need pads or tampons?" He asked and I blushed.

"Um.. pads, please." This has got to be the most awkward conversation I've had with a guy. Or with anyone, ever.

"Sure, kitten. Stay in the room okay? I'll be back." He pressed a soft kiss to my lips and went out the door.

Two seconds later, Ajax came back in with a grin on his face.

"I forgot my pants." I looked down and saw only black boxers.

I laughed lightly and blushed furiously.

I kept blushing. I swear I had no control over my face.