Today was the day you and Robbie, you're long time boyfriend were moving in together. He had bought the house recently and set up most of the furniture and appliances. He didn't want you to worry over the details so he took care of all of that for you. All you have to do is decorate your room the way you want it.
You walk in the door and greet your boyfriend with a kiss.
"Hey babe," you greet as you set down your purse on the kitchen table.
"You did a great job with the house!" You compliment him astonished. You honestly didn't think he was capable of all this artistic ability in interior design. Everything was perfect from the paintings hung on the cream colored walls to the design on the tiles you were walking on. It's exactly how you pictured your dream house. Then again maybe it's perfect because you were moving in with Robbie.
"Go ahead and start decorating your room love. I'll start on dinner," robbie told you as he guided you to the staircase.
You were unpacking boxes of things that held your pictures, mirrors, and other various things when you got to the last thing in the box. You examine your old picture frame closely. It's a picture of you and Robbie on your first anniversary three years ago.
Suddenly you felt something tickle your hand. You turn the picture around to see what it is and you set your eyes on a medium sized spider just climbing up your arm like it's no but deal. You freeze for a minute and then it kicks in that there's a spider climbing up your arm.
"Aaaahhhhhhh!" You scream bloody murder. You hear Robbie running up the stairs.
"What's the matter? Are you hurt?" He asks looking for a reason for your scream before locking his eyes on yours. You whimper and look at the spider on your arm. Robbie lets out a sigh of relief.
"Bloody hell, Y/N. You had me scared. It's just a house spider, it can't hurt you," he explains calmly while flicking the spider off your arm then taking a tissue and squishing it and throwing it into the trash beside you.
"But spiders are creepy. Nothing should have that many legs," you defend yourself.
He laughed at you lightly and led you downstairs where dinner was waiting.
A/N: OMG I'm so upset. I missed the 2 hour finale! But it's whatever because I can watch it tomorrow on the ABC app. Anyway, QOTD: vanilla or Chocolate icecream? AOTD: I like vanilla with chocolate syrup.
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