Nova shrugs. “We’ll see. Do you want any help while we’re here?”
“You mean Jace isn’t about to drag you back to your love den to ravish you?”
A stain creeps up from Nova’s neck to her cheeks. “No,” she squeaks.
“Well, if you guys want to help it’d be much appreciated. Xander was working in the kitchen before he had to go to the grocery store. Apparently, food that’s not McDonald’s is a necessity but I honestly don’t see the problem.” I sigh with a shrug. “I’m sure it’d be easy for Jace to do something there and you could help me with this.” I point back to the bathroom, where she can see the mess through the open door.
“All right, I’ll go tell him.”
“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”
She laughs, sticking her hands in her back pockets and rocking on her feet. “He might act like an asshole ninety-percent of the time, but he actually loves all you guys and likes helping.”
“I know, I just like to give Jacen,” I yell his full name so he’ll hear me, “a hard time.”
“I think he hates that and loves that about you.”
“I’m a hard pill to swallow,” I agree.
I head back into the bathroom with Prue at my heels while Nova heads downstairs to speak with Jace.
“Why do we have so many bottles of Advil?” I mutter to myself.
There are five unfinished bottles. I know I’m the culprit for this, though. I always leave the bottles in the wrong place, which leads me to not find them the next time I need them, and then I end up buying another so I can start the whole vicious cycle over again.
Prue lies down in front of the bathtub with her head on her paws, watching me. Something tells me she won’t be letting me out of her sight, for fear of getting left behind again.
“All right,” Nova says, breezing into the room. “What do you want me to do?”
I point to the medicine. “Finish organizing that and put it there.” I point to the closet.
Since Nova is taking care of that, I decide to put my makeup and toiletries away. Xander and I each have our own counter and sink, with ample drawers for storage. Honestly, this house couldn’t be more perfect.
I take my time lining up my eye shadows and color-coding my lipstick—I’m psycho, remember. I put my hair accessories in the next drawer.
“Honestly, why do I have so much stuff?” I gripe, as I untangle my curling iron cord from my straightener.
Nova laughs. “Because you’re a girly girl.”
“True.”
I’ve always embraced it, so I shouldn’t start complaining now. There’s nothing wrong with liking shoes, just as there’s nothing wrong with a girl liking the stars or fighting. To each their own.
I open the third drawer and grab my tampons from the box.
I set them in the drawer and go to close it, but freeze.
“No.”
“No? No what?” Nova stops what she’s doing, her hands frozen in mid-air like I’ve scolded her.
I pull out the tampon box. “No, no, no no, no.” I chant. “Fuck, this can’t be happening.” I’m on the verge of t
ears now.
“What?” Poor Nova asks, still lost.
“My fucking period, that’s what. She’s MIA.” I inhale a deep breath while Nova’s jaw drops.