Egderp

It. Is In. My Space.

Given the circumstances, you could say that I am in a pickle. But, on the contrary, I am rather, in an uncomfortable situation. Instead of immediately panicking and proceeding to flip my shit, I calmly called for help.

"Hello?"

"Hi, John it's me."

"What's up?"

"Well...I'm in a bit of a predicament."

"What's wrong!? I'll come get you!"

"Calm down John."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"*cough* Well, there is a butterfly in my house."

"That escalated quickly."

"Call the fire department, the White House, and the insurance company."

"Damn it Tara...*sigh* I'm on my way."

"Ok, don't forget the flamethrower, thank you."

I hung up and set my phone to the side as I come up with a game plan. After John's little chuckle fest, I'm not so sure he's going to take me seriously this time. Not like he did the other 10,000 times bugs have found them selves in my home. It's probably due to the lack of me shutting the door. I peak into the window of my abode as I stand outside in the grass.

Thank God that I have my best friend John to rely on for all of my stupid needs. For example, when I want chocolate, all I need to do is hint my craving to him and he will go get me some. (I usually keep the house fully stocked with junk food. But not cake, he can't stand cake.)

John Egbert, my best friend and current love interest. Though I try not to push it and ruin our close friendship. I do want to be with John on a romantic level, but I am content with just staying friends. For now. I mean come on, who wouldn't eventually fall in love with that asshole. *sigh* He is so dreamy. He has thick, messy, black hair and big, bright blue eyes. His lightly tanned skin, and slightly toned muscles, just ughhhhh...

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I'm sorry. This is my first fanfiction to write and well...im sorry if it sucks. I LOVE YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE PS I LOVE HUGS *HUGS*