My Roommate is Scary:
There was a thump and then a scream, "Ludwig, oh my God!"
The book that was in his hand was thrown on the table as Ludwig raced up the stairs. Normally he would knock before entering her room, but this was an emergency right? Ludwig threw the door open, heart racing but his mind was in high alert for any dangers, "An'na?"
She was standing on her bed, clenching a pillow to her chest and peering over the edge. She looked up at him, relief washing over her previous fearful expression.
"It's over there," she pointed the pillow towards the small space between her dresser and the wall. He rolled up his sleeves, walking into the room to see what had frightened her. An'na covered her eyes, as he got closer, but peeked through her fingers occasional.
Ludwig bent down and leaned a bit to get a better view before she screamed again, "Ah, be careful!" He gave her a look over his shoulder, "Sorry ok, finish."
Tucked between the dresser and wall was a tiny, literally smaller than the top part of his pinky finger, spider. Ludwig sighed, straightened himself and turned towards the woman who was trying to look over his shoulder from her spot on the bed.
"An'na, it's just a spider," he assured, "A small spider. It won't do you…" Her screaming again and jumping from the bed onto him uncharacteristically cut off Ludwig. He stumbled, hitting the dresser, unprepared for her to do such a thing. An'na clawed at his shirt in unnecessary panic, wrapping her legs around him in a bear grip that was impossible to maneuver out of.
Ludwig's face flushed like an overweight kid having a heat stroke. He was sure of two things: An'na had the legs of a wrestler and she most definitely was not wearing a bra under that shirt. It didn't help that she kept trying to climb up him like he was some German coconut tree, pulling at his shirt threatening to ripe the thing, shifting positions until her legs her clutching at his waist.
He didn't move, blink or breathe until she basically blew out his eardrum, "Oh my God it moved! It's on the wall. Kill it!"
"I—I," Ludwig stammered, "I can't, I, you…Get off of me!" He managed to say. An'na huffed, causing certain things to move against his back.
"Just, here," he handed him her hairbrush, "kill it!"
Ludwig took the brush, refusing to make eye contact. He walked to the wall, carrying An'na with him and hit the innocent spider. It slid down the wall, leaving a trail of orange brown goop. And much to Ludwig's gratitude his roommate detangled herself from his body. Once she was down, he pulled at his shirt trying to fix it.
"Oh, sorry," An'na said once he turned to face her, "Didn't mean to mess up your shirt. I freaked," and then she laughed.
Women, Ludwig would never understand them.
A/N: I was told by my friend that I have brute and crude humor. I think he was right! My last A/N was a joke, obviously! LOL Errrr, ok, well, I'll work on my joke telling another day.
-CeCe ~.^
