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Timothy was busy playing a videogame on his computer, when he heard a loud scream coming from the next apartment. He jerked his head up, removing his earphone. Then he heard.
“Fucking hell, fucking mother of hell!” Sounds of footstep coming out, and a few second later, someone knocked at his door.
Tim blinked, actually worried. What if the person cut themself and needed to call for an ambulance but couldn’t…? So he opened the door. A broad, tall young man was standing there, panting and pupils blown wide.
“I know we’ve never talked before but there is a friggin huge spider in my apartment can you kill it for me?! Pretty please!”
Tim blinked and he looked at the other door. “Huh. Sure. Where is the monster?”
The man placed his hands on his shoulder, and pushed him forward toward the other apartment, using the smaller young man like a shield. He moved Tim around the place -pretty neat and well ordered, nothing to do with his own- and they arrived in the bathroom.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, where the hell did it go…” The man grumbled, his hands squeezing Tim’s shoulder.
“This?” Tim asked, pointing toward a spider on top of the tap.
“Thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis! Kill it kill it kill it!”
Tim chuckled. “Calm down. Please, do you have a glass and a paper?”
“A glass and a-… Huh, yes, wait a sec.” The man walked away, glancing nervously at the spider, and walked back with what asked.
Tim took it. He pushed the spider in the glass and closed the top with the paper. Then he walked out of the balcony and freed the tiny animal. Well, not that tiny, Tim had to admit, but seeing how large and tall his neighbor was, it was surprising to see him so scared by spider. But he respected that, everyone could have phobia.
“All done!”
“You are my hero kiddo! Do you want a beer? Wait, no, you’re not legal, right?”
“I’m 22.” He said with a pout, crossing his arms. “So… Yeah, sure, I’d like a beer.”
“Fuck, thought you were like, 17. Name’s Jason. Yours?” He asked as he moved back to his place. Tim took the time to take his keys and close the apartment before following Jason inside.
“Timothy. But you can call me Tim.”
“Well, Tim. You are going to be officially my savior every time there is a spider in that place.”
“If you pay me off with a beer each time I save you, I think I’ll handle it.”
Jason snorted, raising his beer to toast with Tim.
Well, it was probably the beginning of something great. All due to a spider. Tim wasn’t going to complain.