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So like, um. Chloe.
Yeah. She’s pretty cool.
And good-looking.
But mostly just, y’know, cool.
“Beca! Beca help!”
Of course, this doesn’t really explain why I found myself stumbling/sprinting/running as if my life depended on it down the stairs, hardly pausing to swipe down and grab an abandoned baseball bat from the ground before continuing my run. Rushing down indeed, managing to trip on air in the middle of the stairs and let out a pathetic squeak before tumbling down. Down down down until finally coming to a skidding face stop in front of the feet of –yes. The only redhead in the house that would sound like she’s dying…for a spider.
A spider for god’s sake.
“Beca! Beca Beca Beca BeCAW! Kill it! Kill the SpAWN OF the DeVIL!”
The things I do for this girl.
“Alright alright Chloe,” I grumbled, heaving myself up and wincing only slightly at soon to be formed bruise on my knee. “Calm yourself will you? It’s just ahOLYMOTHEROFGOD!”
I screamed, then she screamed, then we sort of just linked onto each other and continuously screamed in unison until Lilly finally came walking down the stairs. We watched (still screaming mind you) as she pulled out a handkerchief from god knows where and picked up the spider, opening the door and calmly tossing it out. Only once the door was closed our screams were dwindled to nothing, not really being given a choice at the sight of Lily’s death stare.
“Thanks…” I managed to say after catching my breath. “That was…it was –y’know. Pretty big…spider…”
“I’ve eaten bigger.”
Quiet statement spoken, she was gone in a flash, leaving me and Chloe still tangled in each other’s arms.
“Well that was…interesting…” Chloe finally came to breathe out, slowly untangling her arms from around my waist and scratching at the back of her neck. “Sorry for bothering you and whatevs. Just…spiders…”
I felt a shiver run down my spine. True that. “No dude, I feel you. I totally feel you.” I’d also pretty much do anything for you in a totally not stalkerishgoddaMNI-
“Alright! Well I’m off to bed!” she straightened her back, without warning coming to wrap her arms around my neck once more and pull me into a bone crushing hug. “Night Becs!” and with a light press of her lips to my forehead, she was gone skipping up the stairs (is that even possible?) and leaving me sweating and freezing all at once.
“Asshole,” was all I could mutter to myself (*lonely soul*). I walked slowly back up the stairs, heading straight to my room and collapsing onto the bed. Lovesick god damn it. I curled into a ball, stuffing my face deep into the comforts of my pillow.
Lovesick indeed.
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*NARRATOR PERSPECITIVE SPARKLE LIGHT*
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Deep within the folds of midnight rays, there laid an insect of a sort. Regular as it appeared, eight legs and eight eyes, skittering across the gravel of the land. Tinted a blue and red color, black being the remaining surrounded hue. But let’s get to the main point here, shall we? Yes dear reader this is indeed not any regular spider to be known. As said, as written, as told, essentially speaking –this spider was certainly unique. A single specimen. One of its kind, fashioned and produced through the strange ways of mother earth itself.
As if now, we will name this distinctive spider Lee.
Currently, Lee was making its way off the porch of the domain it had just previously found itself trapped in, the Barden Bellas household. Crawling until it was at the edge of the area, skinny legs taking a moment to feel the emptiness of the wooden edge until deciding unto the fact that it was time to “fly”. A web was shot and –it was off! Gliding into the night sky and twirling with the wind’s flow. Patch after patch was aimed, up down side to side and simply taking the advantage of the breeze given.
“…on’t mind if I open the window right?” was hardly heard, let alone comprehended. Before the creature knew it, black was transformed into a florescent yellow and something soft was felt underneath beings four pairs of legs.
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Soft, lush, squishy. The strange fabric was irritating, bringing a discomfit feel to Lee’s legs. Only when it was about to take off from the unknown ground was the light suddenly shut off, then –terrifying –the ground began to shake. Trembling to the point where Lee could hardly aim a web to be shot. Panic ensued, Lee ran –scurrying to best of its ability without any sense or care of direction at all.
Then, everything went still –or at least less stirring than before. Lee also went rigidly still, feeling the way at how the ground seemed to be moving lightly up and down.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
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Peculiar indeed. Warm as well, oddly warm. Plush furthermore.
So what to do at this point? When faced with a foreign situation as such, what should be done? Well, firstly, allow me to provide you with an example that should most definitely not be done.
Instinct one, to not bite. Why not? (Apparent reasons applying...) Well, obviously venom right? Wrong. Fundamentally yes, a good population of bizarrely viewed spiders are known to be poisonous. And through the ways of my personal descriptions of this certain spider, one would no doubt come to assume that Lee is indeed a venomous spider. However, seen through different perspectives of course, Lee is in fact not a deadly insect.
Perhaps absolutely life changing if bitten –but, not deadly.
Lee of course, being a spider and all, wasn’t entirely aware of this. In general, Lee wasn’t aware of anything about itself (desire to feed like any regular spider being the only exception). So, being an insect with insect instinct, Lee decided to do the one thing that honestly under all circumstances should not have been done.
Piercers widened, Lee held no hesitation to sink its fangs into the soft material underneath him –serving almost as an innocent parting gift before a web was shot out, and the spider disappeared back out into the night’s air.
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An individual entity capable of transferring through the bite given (as supposedly guessed)–fantastical powers.
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(*gasp*)
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And thus, Beca Mitchell’s life would never be the same.
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*END SPARKLE*
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There was sweat –in my eyes?
What…the flippin’ fudg-
And almost at once after the phrase was thought, an excruciating pain was felt. Felt and then –what th–burning and ripping a hole straight through my esophagus. I couldn’t scream, hell, could hardly even move. As much as I tried and attempted, my limbs were immobile and my screams parted yet silent, the only thing to be heard was piercing ring –engulfing my vision and senses until…
…fingers clawing madly at cotton, blood rushing, eyes dilating, cells forming, blood vessels convulsing, heart pumping…
… erratic, sporadic, spontaneous, impulsive…
…panicked, scared…
...breath…
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I felt, like…really weird.
Obviously disorientation was usually normal for me in the morning, me not being a morning person and all. But like, I felt high weird. And what made it weirder was the fact that I could tell that I felt high-weird.
It’s like, high-ception.
But not.
WoAH.
“Was’ going oonnN…”
I sounded pertty weird too.
Unsteady legs were swung off the side of the bed and all of a sudden, I was off –stumbling my way to the door. When my hand landed on the door’s knob, I twisted casually at it, amazed however to find the knob to snap clean off. What the faaack?
Coffee. Coffee was what I needed at this very point in my life.
The door at the moment served as a barrier to my goal since I was unable now to get out. Knob tossed to the side, I carelessly rammed my shoulder fairly gently into the side, not really as astounded as I should have been to view the way the lock seemed to just snap as if under an extreme amount of pressure. Weird yes, high-weird most definitely. But as if now…
…coffee. My main concern. Nothing else mattered. Not the weird hickie-looking mark on my neck; not the new six pack on my torso; not the pair of muscular arms swinging side to side beside me; and most definitely not the agonizing amount of soreness obscuring my entire body.
“Good morning Mitchell!”
Providing almost the same effect as coffee could have (almost), my heart went into kick step and I had to grab at the stairs railing t keep from slipping down the steps. Quickly getting over my initial surprise however (not really), I straightened my form, grumbling some incomprehensive words and waving before turning back and continuing to head for the kitchen.
But.
Something weird again.
Yes, as in druggy high-weird.
Colors flashed across my vision and I stopped at the step I was on, a vision of a sense. Something –sometime –somewhere –somewhat –someplace –soon –fucking –holy shiTNOW!
I immediately turned and my arms were opened on their own and –Chloe’s boobs were in my face. And her hair was in my eyes. And her arms were splayed around my neck.
For some ungodly reason, Chloe Beale was in my arms.
“Oh my gosh Beca,” and now her dazzling gaze was staring into mine, arms still wrapped around my neck and we were staring, watching with our breathes mingling and I was pretty sure my face was just about on fire here. “How did you…” was whispered, her voice clearly laced with curiosity and plain astonishment. “How are you –”
“Don’ know…” I was inching closer, the spur of the moment to blame. Because what could be more romantic than the savior catching the fallen maide-
“But –it’s not scientifically possible. You’re so short…”
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I dropped her straight onto her ass.
“Oof –I…Beca! What was that for?!”
“I am not short!” was all I yelled to her as I stormed down the stairs. Psh, short. Me? No. Nope. I, am average. Everyone in this household is just unnaturally tall!
“Keep telling yourself that Mitchell!”
I only huffed, deciding it wasn’t worth the argument at such an early hour in the morning (11:00 am to be exact). Coffee maker started, it was then I actually allowed my brain to wander onto fairly more important matters here. Like why the fuck I’ve just sported a gigantic hickie on my neck through the reflection of the kitchen window.
“Oh my god…”
“What’s goin’ on Beco?”
“Eep-,” Still don’t know how she does it, but all of a sudden Chloe’s voice is just adjacent to my ear. “Jesus Beale I’m freaking out enough already. Take it easy will ya’?”
“Sooo,” I waved her face away from mine, only prompting her to giggle as I turned to face her –mistakenly revealing the bruise on the side of my neck. “Freaking out cuz’ you had secret sex last night or freaking out because you sort of just literally saved my neck.”
“Mmmm, the first one. And it wasn’t secret sex weirdo!”
“M-hm, then do tell Beca,” she poked my neck, right atop the bruise. “Where’dya get that lil’ bugger?”
“I…don’t know.”
“…”
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“…*lol*…”
“…*the fuc*…”
“…sooo, are you saying I sleep-sexed last night or something? Cuz’ I’m pretty sore too.”
“Hah! No Beca you did not sleep-sex. Fairly positive that’s not even possible.”
“Then what’s going on with my body dude? Is this some late form of puberty? Did you poison my food last night? Or was it Stacie? It was totally Stac-”
“Chill Beca. It’s just a bug bite.”
“…a bug bite?”
“A bug bite.”
A bug bite…
Just like that, the coffee maker rang, signifying the completion of a steaming cup of coffee. I mindlessly grabbed at it, grasping the handle lightly and plopping down onto one of the stools at the counter. A bug bite. Ya, that sounds –right?
One.
Two.
Three.
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“I gotta go!” I yelled, gulping the scalding liquid without a second of thought and slamming it onto the counter, not even realizing that the mug had been smashed to pieces until I was already half way up the stairs. I could distinctly hear Chloe’s voice calling to me but –no. I had to make sure. I had to be sure of this.
A fantastical whim. Not reality, not even possible. There’s no way –
“Holy effin fuck crackers…”
But it was. Staring in the mirror was a six-pack, ripped arm and calf muscles. I looked down at my fists, clenching them before–y’know, out of pure curiosity –bending my knees and springing upwards with all my might.
“Hey BecaaaAAOH MY GOD!”
My head had just connected with the ceiling, a large “crack” sound being emitted before I was plunging back down to the wooden floor, unluckily (of course) missing my bed by a mere inch. That was just about when Chloe decided to barge on in and pretty much scream her head off at the sight of a newly created crack on the ceiling.
“I’m telling you it was Amy and her boyfriend tantrums!”
“Again? Oh gosh this is getting out of control. Thought she would’ve learned after the whole extra-subjected-cardio-then-unexpectedly-throw up right?”
“…yyuup…”
“Oh well,” she sighed, crossing her arms and shaking her head side to side. “Guess she’ll just have to do it again.”
“UhhNO! No no no it’s…” I nervously let out a bark of laughter at her confused expression. “It’s fine. Totally fine. Sort of my fault for bringing the whole conversation up. Totally won’t happen again.”
“Hmmm…” then she sort of just gave me this look. A clear sign that she knew something was going on that I wasn’t telling her. “Beca.” My heart jumped a little. Her interrogation voice was apprehensively activated. “What’re you doing on the ground anyway?”
“…sit ups. Y’know, workin’ out these…abbs.”
She snorted. “Oh? You mean your nonexistent flab? Please Mitchell don’t even.”
“What would you know?” I shouted back defensively, taking the offense quite personally. “Not like you’ve seen’em recently.”
“Hm…” I immediately regretted my words as a smirk was spread across her features, eyeing my fallen position with a mischievous glint. “You’re absolutely right Beca.”
Y-no. Nope.
I was out the window before she could say another word.
Time to figure out these spidee-powers.
(*fuck ya*)