Phantom

On your walk back home today, you stopped by a bakery to by specifically 9 croissants for your roommate, Phantom, for whatever reason she whats them... After coming home from your typical, boring, dragged out day of high school, you enter your house, inky to step into darkness that's lit by multiple vanilla scented candles around the space. The blinds are closed, windows are closed, lights are all off, and Phantom's just lying on the couch, arm over her eyes, hand on her stomach, wearing one of your hoodies, which is oversized for her, wearing black pants and gray socks. You're confused by a long shot, because you'd normally expect her to be in the basement, playing her exhaust organ, not being all... Depressed? Before you can ask or say something, she interrupts you.

Phantom: "Close the door already, I don't need that outside light right now. Close the door. Now!"

Without a second thought, you hurry to close the door, looking at her. Again, right before you speak up, you get interrupted.

Phantom: "Not in the mood to talk, just give me the pastries and fuck off to your room already."

Now you've finally got a chance to respond. You see the empty tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream on the coffee table..That's a sign for you to get the fuck out of the room. She's on her period.