Celebrity Imagines

Gotta Blast

Y/N P.O.V
I just got home from work and I need a nice long shower. Trevor isn't home yet because he's at the studio working on another record for his upcoming album. I went upstairs to the bedroom and turned on the light. I walked to my bed got undressed walked into the bathroom. I hit the light switch and right in front of my face was a big ass spider coming down from the ceiling.

"Ahhhh!" I ran out that bathroom so fast I would give Usain Bolt a run for his money. I'm butt naked and I don't have nothing but the thinnest towel covering me. I stood on the bed scrambled to find my phone. I dialed Trevor's number as fast as I could.

"Hey bae I'm on my ho-" he answered.

"Trevor get home now!" I panicked.

"Whoa, baby slow down. What's wrong? Someone in the house or something?"

"No! Stop asking questions and get your ass home. Ahhh! Oh my God!" I watched the spider make its way to the floor, "Please hurry up, T!" I was crying at this point.

"I'm on my way! I'm right outside." I can tell he was running by his heavy breathing. I heard the front door slam open and Trevor raced upstairs. He saw me standing on the bed with tears in my eyes and he ran to me.

"Trevor go kill it!" I pointed to the bathroom.

"Kill what?!" he was out of breath.

"The spider!" I whined still pointing a shaky hand towards the bathroom.

"I know you ain't give me heart attack over some little ass spider." he complained walking to the door with one of my heels.

"Don't use my shoe, dumbass!" I yelled.

"Why?! What else I'm supposed to kill it with?!"

"Not MY shoe! I know that!" I said catching an attitude.

He huffed, "You lucky I love your scary ass." he said grabbing one of his sneakers.

He opened the door and went in the bathroom. He was quiet as hell and I started getting scared again.

"Is it in there? Did you kill it?" I asked.

"Babe I don't see nothing." he threw his hands up and turned around facing me.

When he did that, my eyes went flying saucer wide. That big ass fucker was crawling on his pant leg.

"It's on you!" I screamed.

"Oh shit!" he looked down and saw I wasn't exaggerating about the size. I saw him struggle to get it off while I grabbed some clothes and shoes to run out the house. And I'm not ashamed about leaving him because the way that shit looked made me go back to my survival instincts. I flew out the front the door in a pair of Nikes, sweatpants and a tank top. With my phone in hand I was ready to call animal control or something.

I was just about to hit the call button for the police when Trevor caught my attention by slamming the door closed behind him. He had sweat dripping down his forehead and fear stricken eyes.

"You okay...?" I asked.

He did nothing, but nod his head up and down slowly.

"Well what happened?"

"Uh...it turns out. That spider...was a she spider. A-and uh, she--had b-babies..." he was in so much shock.

There was a small moment of silence before I spoke again.

"So we moving right?"

"Hell yeah." he moved from the door. We stepped in the car and rolled.

Something short and goofy I wrote. Not that good but idc. The first three or four chapters to Twisted, Trey and Y/N book, will be released on Friday.