My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 11

"Fucking shit." I screamed in a really high pitch tone, my voice echoing throughout the whole house, wish me luck in trying to stop Kyle using those words now.

"Frank what the hell are you doing up there?!" Gerard exclaimed, motioning to my position on the kitchen work top by the sink. The more prominent question for me was: how the hell did I get up here? How did a tiny guy like me jump from the floor up to the kitchen work top.

"There is a spider." I stated as calmly as I could, they scare the shit out of me and so I jumped out of the way.

"There was a spider, so you decided to jump up there?" Gerard asked his hands on his hips, he gave me the most unimpressed look, making it clear he though I was being very childish.

"Uh, yeah! Now kill the fucking thing." I demanded stating at it sat on the floor, it was staring up at me with it's millions of eyes and ugh, shit it was ugly.

"Frank you are ridiculous get down." He shook his head rolling his eyes and scanning the floor.

"I'll get down once your kill the fucki-"

"Will you tone it down with the language honey." He cut me off putting his fingers to his lips to shush me.

"Move the flippingspider." I said putting particular emphasis on the 'flipping' so he knew I had put the effort in to not swear.

Without Gerard I have no idea what I would do in these situations, spiders are something which really should be exterminated, there should be a meteor on the earth just to kill all spiders. The little fuckers will be the death of me, I can't stand them, I feel sick simply looking at them. People say they are more scared of me than I am of them, but that is bullshit, I repeat BULLSHIT.

They are nowhere near as scared of me as I am of them, its impossible for them to be that scared of me, I'm not scary, but them, well...where to start. They have fucking eight legs and they can run at the speed of fucking light, they have fucking fifty eyes (eight) and they can see you miles away, and they are small yet lethal. Take a black widow, they are tiny but if they bite you you're fucked, like fucking Ebola.

If I didn't have somebody to take those fuckers away, well let's just say the only kingdom I would see would be two foot wide and six foot deep. I would bury myself, spiders creep the fuck out of me, I can't stand them, they could save human kind for all I care, they are not cool. Spiders are nasty. NASTY!

If there was a spider in my room, and Gerard and Kyle weren't here, I would dig my way to China, I wouldn't even be able to yeet the little shit out the window. Say it was in the doorway, well I would die, I would never leave the room. Death would come to me pretty damn soon if it didn't leave my room, but actually I'd be more scared if I didn't known where it was.

Scary isn't even the right word actually, if a spider was in my room, then disappeared and I didn't know where it was, I would be done. I certainly wouldn't be able to sleep, the little bastard could crawl into my mouth while I sleep, I could choke on it in the night, oh god that would be terrible. What would be worse would be if I woke up with it on my face, I would freak, it would be terrible, it would kill me end of story.

Although actually I think I would already be dead, so nothing would matter if I was already dead. The reason for all this would be because if there was a spider in my doorway, I wouldn't be able to get food or water and I would starve to death. Having said that, I would probably have already died, I would have died from a fucking panic attack, I would have panicked so much that my lungs would collapse.

"Frank!" Gerard snapped his fingers before my face, knocking me out of my day dream and averting my gaze momentarily from the spider. "There is no spider."