arachnophobia ➸ a.i.

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- Leah -

One of the first things anyone will ever learn about me is my irrational fear of bugs. Particularly spiders, but all bugs are terrifying to me. I always tend to have the worst luck with guys around.

I am well aware that most insects and bugs that I am terrified of are harmless, but I am also afraid of misjudging one to be harmless and then, well, dying.

Maybe I'm overreacting, which honestly isn't unusual for me. Though, there is no way I will ever get over this fear. I'm twenty-one years old and a junior in college. I still haven't escaped my silly, irrational fear that I have held onto since before I was able to walk.

Just below bugs, I fear my neighbor. No, he is not that crazy old man who threatens to shoot you with one of his fifty guns if you're in the hallway at the same time he is, kind of neighbor. He's just... He's fucking hot. He usually wears black skinny jeans and band tee's. He has super long, brown, curly hair. He looks like a damn supermodel with his perfect... everything. Girls absolutely drool over him. Some have even begged me to switch apartment rooms with me just to be next to him. Shockingly, I never saw him bring girls into his room . He would always just bring his three (sexy) guy friends over and they would play instruments obnoxiously loud and yell about fifa.

That's how he looks, at least. I couldn't say much about his personality. I've never got a chance to actually have a civilized conversation with him. Why would that be? Well, being the dumb, crazy idiot that I am, I run to his door every time I see even a small bug. He sighs in annoyance as he searches my room and frees the bug. He rolls his eyes and storms out of my room as I thank him. And with our disgusting, repugnant apartment building, I end up running to his room at least twice a week. My apartment room was pretty cheap, but honestly, can they maintain the building at least a bit? Get a bit of pest control?

I laid out my day in my head, cuddling into my blankets for the last few minutes that I could until tonight. I have to get up, shower, get myself ready, have some food, go to class, come home for a bit, go to work, eat dinner, and go to bed. It seems simple to any normal human being, but as a lazy person, I was not looking forward to the day ahead of me.

I groaned as I rolled out of my comfortable covers. Why can't I stay here all day?

I pulled a towel from my cabinet and placed it on the rack next to my shower. I picked out some black skinny jeans and a black and white over-sized sweater to change into when I was done. Just as I had pulled all my clothes off and was just about to step into the comforting warm water of my shower, I spotted it. It was the largest, most terrifying spider I had ever seen in my entire life.

Before I could even control myself, a screech had escaped my throat. It stared at me from the floor, moving towards my foot. I began to hyperventilate as I grabbed my towel, shaking it to assure the no bugs were within it, and swiftly wrapping it around my body. I was on my tippy toes and practically dancing around the bathroom. I bolted out of my bathroom, and making sure that the towel was wrapped firmly around my body, ran into the hallway and banged desperately on the boy's door. I don't even know his name, but that doesn't matter right now. All that matters is that a terrifying monster invaded my bathroom and I need to take a shower. His door slowly opened and I stared at his dull and annoyed hazel eyes. They widened as his eyes lowered to the thin, white towel wrapping around my body as he quickly scanned up and down my body. He met my eyes, his mouth half open, but I didn't care how turned on he was at the moment.

"There's a huge spider in my bathroom." I panted, my heart still racing.

"Oh my god, again?" He grunted and rolled his eyes. He disappeared into his apartment and came back with a small cup and a piece of paper.

"I don't think that cup will hold it." I shuddered.

"Oh please. You're afraid of it. It will seem bigger because of it." He sighed, walking into my apartment. I followed him from a distance as he entered my bathroom, where my shower was still running. "Well, it is bigger than usual but the cup holds it fine." He called from inside.

"Whatever. Just kill it."

"Why should I kill it?" He raised his eyebrows at me as he came out of the bathroom with his cup and the paper covering it. I backed away quickly, knowing he was holding my biggest fear.

"It's creepy." I bit my lip awkwardly, staring at the cup in his defined, muscly hands. How does one get that much muscle in their hands?

"It's also an innocent animal. This one is Kevin. He's a sweetheart. He has a wife and three children." He joked as he opened my window and released 'Kevin'.

"Kevin is a horrible beast."

"Naw, he's kinda cute.."

"Bitch, where?" I goofed back at him.

"When will you stop coming to my door every time something with more than two legs enters your apartment?" He suddenly snapped.

"I'm sorry. I'm really terrified of bugs."

"Trust me, I know." He groaned as he briskly exited my room, lightly slamming the door closed. I sighed in frustration. We were getting along, then he became a snappy bitch again. I tried to relax as I showered, but it was rudely interrupted by the loud drum set being played obnoxiously loud next door. I rolled my eyes at his beg for attention. His constant attempts to bother me are kind of hilarious.

After my uncomfortable shower, I shut the water off and quickly changed into my outfit, shaking it before putting it on to ensure that no bugs were hiding within the cloth. I always do that, ever since a spider had crawled out of the sleeve of my sweater in the middle of a lecture in high school. We can just say, I hope to never see anyone in that class again.

After applying the small amount of make-up that I wear everyday, I packed my Vans bag and threw it over my shoulder, still feeling extremely tense and on edge. Shaking my black vans to assure there were no bugs lurking in the darkness, I placed them on my feet and quickly tied them. Taking big steps and scanning every area I stepped, I began to creep towards the door. As soon as I opened the door, Ashton's music became louder, as I was closer to the sound. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. He's trying his absolute best to get on my nerves.

A pause in his music resulted in me purposely slamming the door loudly. He needed to stop. I heard a loud, obnoxious laugh from his room, causing me to sigh. I began to lock my door as I heard something closer. Already being tense enough, I jumped, looking at the source of sound. Ashton was beating on his own door with his drumsticks... Just to bother me...

I fucking hate him so much...