Romantic One Shots & Imagines

One Shot #18: There's A Little Problem

It was just an hour into my work day when I got his phone call. To be honest, I was glad because I was bored, but I didn't want to get caught having a personal call. When I saw his name pop up on my phone, I immediately ran to the bathroom and hid in a stall.

"Matt? What is it? You know I can't have personal calls." I say, trying to stall the bad news that I expected to come.

"I need you to come over now!" His shaky voice responds.

I suck up enough courage. "What? What happened? Are you ok?" I start to panic.

"There's been an intrusion. I need you here." The desperation in his voice breaks my heart.

"Oh my God! Did you call the police? Call the police! I'll be right there!" I end the call and run back to my cubicle for my stuff. On my way, I run into my co-worker and friend. "Hey, Brad, I need you to cover for me. Pretty please?" I do the puppy dog face even though I knew he would do it regardless.

"Of course. What should I tell people if they ask for you?"

"Tell them the truth, my house was broken into earlier." I say as shivers run down my spine.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I'll tell Mr. James. I'm sure he'll give you some personal time off to settle what you need."

I give him a quick hug and rush out the door. Its only when I'm rushing, the traffic decides to get busy, right? My headache grew with every honking horn and every missed green light. I couldn't fathom what Matt would be going through. Was he there when it happened? I didn't even ask him. What a great girlfriend I am. He was obviously scared and I didn't even comfort him. Getting lost in my own thoughts seem to do the trick as I find myself pulling into my driveway.

"Honey, I'm here. Where are you?" I shout as I walk in.

"I'm in the bedroom." He shouts back.

Scared, I walk into our room. My mouth drops in surprise as go in. "Wha...I'm so confused..." I say to him as I stare at our perfectly made up bed inside our perfectly clean room. I imagined the room being ransacked! I stare at his wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you wouldn't have came." He says as he points timidly at the wall. I look at him with disbelief. He couldn't have called me for this. I must have fallen asleep at my desk again.

"A spider?"

"Technically, it was an intrusion...by the spider." He tries to explain as the anger forms across my face. "I'm sorry, but you know I hate spiders and this one is huge!"

I take another look at the spider. " You know, I told my co-workers that someone broke into our house! My boss even knows!" As if on cue, my phone interrupts my rant with a text notification. I open it and read it out loud. "'I'm sorry I couldn't call, I'm in a meeting. Sorry to hear about your situation. You can have the rest of the week off. If you need more, then just let me know.' You see? My boss is giving me personal time." I throw my phone down.

Out of nowhere, he screams and jumps on the bed as the spider crawls further up the wall. I have to give it to him, the spider was big. He usually exaggerates, but this is the biggest one I've ever seen come into the house. Not wanting to show weakness over my anger, I roll my eyes and leave to get the broom. There's no way I'm killing that with my shoe; I'm staying back. I've seen YouTube videos where spiders have burst into a million baby spiders. I may not be scared of them, but I don't like them either.

I come back into the room only to find the spider is gone. I glance back at Matt, still on the bed, but he just shrugs. Where the fuck could it have gone? My heart starts to race as I aim the broom for a quick kill. I almost give myself whiplash looking around the room for it. Matt hops off the bed and stands directly behind me.

"Are you scared too?" He asks.

"No." I lie. "It is quite big though." He nods in agreement. "It wasn't poisonous was it?"

"I don't know." His voice begins to shake again.

"Shit, there it is!" I scream as I point to it crawling from behind the door. Blindly, I start swinging the broom stick. I'm not sure if it was the crunch of the body splattering or the scrape of the broom bristles against the wall. I was scared to open my eyes but the jolted open with the thought of a millions of baby spiders crawling on me. "Did I get it?" I ask, hoping he had his eyes open.

"I don't know. I think so." He says, looking from over my shoulder. "Its on the broom!" He shouts. I drop it immediately. We both run out the room. "How about we get a room at a hotel for tonight."

"No, that won't solve the problem. It'll probably still be there when we come back. We gotta think of something."

"Wheres the phone book? I'm calling the exterminator."

"No. $50 for a stranger to kill a measly bug? Thats stupid and embarrassing." I shake my head, trying to think.

"Well..." My head pops up. "I don't know if you want to try it but..." He continues.

"What?"

"That tile cleaner that you hate. We don't have bug killer spray, but the chemicals in that might do the trick."

"That may work..."

"You aim, I'll have a wad of tissues to pick it up with, then I'll flush it down the toilet."

"Sound like a good plan." I grab Matt before we go back into the room and kiss him. It leaves him dazed and confused. I smile. "Just in case we don't make it." We both laugh.

I bet we both look stupid. We both have dust masks and and gloves on. It looks like we're walking into a hospital full of highly contagious people. I'm the first one to scream as I see it crawling from the floor to the wall. Goosebumps start to form all over my body as I aim the bottle. A combination of our screams fill the room as I spray the spider down. After it falls, Matt quickly scoops its up and runs to the bathroom like he was trying to win a race. We waived good riddance as it dwindled down. I let out a heavy sigh.

"Now that's over, you want to binge watch The Office? We have the rest of the week now." He gives me a coy glance. I roll my eyes and pull him into the living room.

"You put it on, I'll make the popcorn."

The End.