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I’m the Bug Kid. That's what everyone on floor 19 calls me. It’s because I can talk to bugs, I usually don't mind it when people call me, especially my boyfriend.
Today I minded.
“Hey baby!” T.J.beamed as I opened the door to my room, hiding something behind his back.
“Morning sweetheart, what’cha got there?” I questioned.
“Y’know how you've been wanting more bugs for your terrarium?” He asked
He brought out a jar from behind his back, the jar had a cockroach in it.
I do not like roaches.
I screamed and hit the jar out of his hand, and it shattered on the grassy floors, the cockroach starting to scuttle around. I ran out of my room and closed the door.
I panted, hunched over with my hands on my knees
“What. The. Helheim. Was. That!?” I screamed.
“I thought you liked bugs!” he responded.
“Not roaches!” I exclaimed.
“I thought you were the Bug Kid, babe!” He joked
“Not for roaches.” I replied.