Eddie's POV:
Everyone knows I have a massive fear of spiders. No matter how big or small they are, I'm still afraid of them. I've never tried to overcome that fear, and I don't think I ever will. Once I see a spider in my house, I run to the other side of room and scream and cry like a little bitch. But today is that day, apparently. The boys are forcing me to do this, and if I don't, then I'm being kicked out of the boys. I don't know if they are joking or not, but I do not want to leave this group regardless. My gut is telling me not to do this a million times, and my mind is telling me that I might die having an anxiety attack, but anything to stay in this group with my best friends. See, I thought they were going to use those cheap fake Halloween decorations, but no. There are real spiders. All different kinds. Even the massive tarantula like ones. This is a proper tortue room full of these long-legged bastards. I didn't know these types of places exist, but this is a massive 'face your phobias' maze that is full of all the different kinds of fears. From the dark to holes. They literally have all your worst fears in a maze. This one just has to be a spider one personalised for me to suffer through. "Boys I really don't wanna fucking do this. You know how bad my fear of spiders is." I stall wasting as much time to not be in there. "Well, you don't have a choice. Either you do it and get this over with, or you're out." Josh states not making it clear if he is joking on that last part or not. I take a deep breath and swallow the lump in my throat before walking slowly into the maze. I grip the Go-Pro with all my strength and hesitantly walk into the descending madness that is my fear of spiders. My whole body starts to sweat like crazy and my legs feel like jelly. The walls are tight, but not any spiders yet. My eyes are met with a massive room full of spiders. I absolutely hate the sight. The sizes and lengths of these are making me panic. I try to keep my head down, but there's more spiders roaming the floors like they own the place, and I just disturbed their peace. "Oh God.." I whispered to myself, feeling my stomach drop to the floor. I can't take this anymore. I start to scream. Feeling like they are crawling all over me. I shake my body, trying to get them off me. I ran out of there, but it continued and stretched out for miles on end. It looked like there wasn't an exit. I scream and shout for the boys trying to get their attention, but they are probably just laughing at me. Watching me suffer. They really don't understand my absolute fear for these eight legged fuckers. They are just so creepy looking, and I don't get their existence. There's no use in them. All they do is look terrifying and scare people in their own homes. Which I think is complete useless. I keep screaming, thinking one of the boys will show up, but no one is here with me. I'm all alone. I kept running as fast as I could before I saw an exit sign glowing in the distance. I ran even faster towards the door and bashed the door open before being met with the rest of the boys. Those assholes started laughing at me and were thinking I was joking. But I really wasn't. It was fucking horrible. Juicy, however, wasn't laughing and looked at me sincerely giving the rest of them dirty stares. He walked up to me and embraced me in his arms, feeling my pain and stress. I wrapped my arms around his back before breaking down into tears. Juicy knows when I'm upset or about to be. That's why he's always there for me. The laughing died down as soon as they saw Juicy hug me. "I know you're deadly afraid of those things, and I promise you, I'll never let you back in there again. Okay?" He asks quietly so no one can hear him. I nod my head in his chest as he gives me a kiss on the head. I felt slightly better, but not enough from what I just experienced. I kept hugging Juicy, not wanting to let go. He felt so comfortable with his arms around me. We stayed like this for a few minutes before I pulled my face away from his chest and gazed at his bright blue eyes. Those eyes always make me feel better. No matter the situation. He smiles before leaving a gentle kiss on my forehead and cheek. I smile as well, feeling my cheeks heat up. The other boys were just standing there watching us not saying another word. Juicy can easily make them all shut up from just a simple death glare. It's really funny but also kind of scary. But when he looks at me, it's like I'm looking at a different person every time. It kind of turns me on a little bit. The way he gives certain people dirty looks. He keeps his arm around my shoulders as we take a slow walk away from everything. It helps me recover as we talk for a bit about what I just went through. Juicy is the best person to go to for these types of things. That's why he's my best friend and my favourite member out of the group.
