Laslow the Unlikely

by PrincessPeace15

Girl escapes corporate job to a small valley town to find true love. What will happen? (Rated T for language and possible adult themes. When I say language, I mean language, like, RIGHT off the bat.) (The main character does have a name, but I try to use it as little as possible so maybe, it can feel a bit like a self-insert.) (Probably won't update here anymore. Refer to Ao3.)

71. Chapter 71

The first day of Fall, I fished. It was the usual, I expected nothing unusual, and I was content.

I suddenly heard, and felt, as something small hit the wood beside me. When I turned my head in its direction, I wasn't thinking about the intricacies of what I was about to see... or how to react. The only message my brain sent me was "New stimulus. Investigate."

When I laid eyes on the object, the only message my brain sent out was "HOLY SHIT, SPIDER! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!"

In obedience to my brain, I shrieked "BAH!", quickly reeled in my line in a race against the possibility of the foul creature climbing onto me, then set my fishing pole aside and clamored to get against the wall of Willy's shop.

It was then, though, that my adrenaline cleared and I could finally think rationally. I recalled that this whole situation had started with a "thud" on the pier. I then wondered how heavy this spider was, if it could have made a noise that solid.

I then realized it wasn't moving.

To be honest, I knew I'd been had from that moment. To be sure, though, I carefully crawled over to it, then reached out and picked it up. Yup. A hunk of rubber had scared the daylights out of me.

Hanging my head in shame, I said "Alright, whoever you are, you win, you got me, I'm a wimp, blah blah."

Then, a familiar voice let itself laugh loud enough for me to hear it. They'd obviously been in tears trying to keep their laughter silent. They stepped around the corner of Willy's shop.

Sam, of all people, had just given me a test of courage and watched me fail it miserably. The thought of yeeting myself into the water and never coming up flashed across my mind.

He laughed for a few more seconds before saying "Alright, that was mean. I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't even worry about it," I assured him, picking my pole back up and reassuming my fishing position.

"You sure?" he asked, sitting beside me. "I mean... I got you pretty good."

Alright, his tone of voice made it pretty obvious he was still making fun of me. I shot him a quick "done with your shit" look, and he laughed again.

Mortification aside, I was happy. Happy we'd developed a friendship where we didn't have to be super nice to each other all the time. Where he was okay enough with my company to set up a simple little prank for me.