back.
“There’s every need for sarcasm when you’re being such a—Good God, that’s a whopper, isn’t it?” Elise’s face fell as she spotted the spider/Rottweiler hybrid.
“I told you that two minutes ago,” I said, trying not to sound too smug. “There’s plenty of toilet paper for it.” I waved a hand towards the bathroom and took another step back.
Elise scratched at her chin and pulled a face. “Hmm.”
“Hmm?” I repeated, looking at her in amusement.
She pursed her lips and glanced back at me. “I don’t think toilet paper is going to be sufficient for this particular one.” She cast a nervous look at the spider.
“Not scared, are you?” I asked, thinking how adorable she looked when she was slightly drunk and nervous at the same time.
“No,” she shot back at me. Her eyes were slightly wider than they’d been a few moments before, I noticed.
“Casey would get rid of spiders for Jasmine,” I teased. “She fancies her, so she’ll do anything for her.”
Elise looked slowly at me. “I’ll trap it and take it outside,” she said, ignoring my comment about Casey.
“So if I get you a large container, you’ll get rid of it for me?” I asked. “Because there’s no way I’m going anywhere near that!”
Elise thought a while. “Make it a very large container, yeah?” She finally said.
I walked back into the lounge and grabbed the lid from a spindle of blank CDs from my bookshelf and returned, waggling it at her.
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
Elise stayed rooted to the spot, still looking at the spider, “just to make sure it doesn’t move…”
I went into my bedroom and plucked a large postcard from the cork noticeboard hanging on the wall, returning to stand next to Elise.
“Good luck,” I said, handing both the plastic lid and postcard to her.
“Gee, cheers,” she said sarcastically, taking them from me.
I watched in both amusement and awe as she then walked slowly towards the kitchen, container and postcard in her hands. She stopped in the doorway, and I watched through my fingers as she took a deep breath and started to approach the spider.
“Would you like a chair and whip to restrain it?” I called out.
“Very funny.” She turned and looked at me, a mock-angry look on her face.
I carried on watching her as she finally tipped the spider into the container and, while I held the door open, flung it out, still in its container, into the communal hall outside.
“Don’t ever ask me to do that again,” she said, shutting the door and glaring at me.
I looked at her leaning against the door, her face flushed, both from the alcohol and the spider. My insides flipped over.
We carried on looking at each other before Elise suddenly broke out into a grin and shook her head. She bent over and put her head in her hands, dissolving into a fit of giggles. Laughing, I came over to her and briefly hugged her, pulling away sharply at the sensation of her body against mine and the realisation of what I’d done.
“Thank you, Elise,” I said, shocked at my impromptu affection towards her. “There’s no way I could ever have done that!”
“Do you think it’s still out there?” she asked.
“Don’t know,” I replied, quickly stepping back from her. “Do you want to look?”
“No, I flipping don’t!” She laughed, finally moving away from the door. She puffed out her cheeks. “Perhaps we’ll leave it out there for a bit,” she said, glancing at me as she passed me.
We sat back down on the sofa, both of us flopping down at the same time, laughing slightly, and sat in silence for a moment.
“You’re funny,” Elise suddenly said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t realise before.”
I shot her a look. “Funny as in haha, or funny as in weird ?” I asked uncertainly, waiting for her to hit me with another comment about how strange she thought I was because I could neither remove a spider from my kitchen nor kill the stupid thing.
To my
“There’s every need for sarcasm when you’re being such a—Good God, that’s a whopper, isn’t it?” Elise’s face fell as she spotted the spider/Rottweiler hybrid.
“I told you that two minutes ago,” I said, trying not to sound too smug. “There’s plenty of toilet paper for it.” I waved a hand towards the bathroom and took another step back.
Elise scratched at her chin and pulled a face. “Hmm.”
“Hmm?” I repeated, looking at her in amusement.
She pursed her lips and glanced back at me. “I don’t think toilet paper is going to be sufficient for this particular one.” She cast a nervous look at the spider.
“Not scared, are you?” I asked, thinking how adorable she looked when she was slightly drunk and nervous at the same time.
“No,” she shot back at me. Her eyes were slightly wider than they’d been a few moments before, I noticed.
“Casey would get rid of spiders for Jasmine,” I teased. “She fancies her, so she’ll do anything for her.”
Elise looked slowly at me. “I’ll trap it and take it outside,” she said, ignoring my comment about Casey.
“So if I get you a large container, you’ll get rid of it for me?” I asked. “Because there’s no way I’m going anywhere near that!”
Elise thought a while. “Make it a very large container, yeah?” She finally said.
I walked back into the lounge and grabbed the lid from a spindle of blank CDs from my bookshelf and returned, waggling it at her.
“Like this?”
“Perfect.”
Elise stayed rooted to the spot, still looking at the spider, “just to make sure it doesn’t move…”
I went into my bedroom and plucked a large postcard from the cork noticeboard hanging on the wall, returning to stand next to Elise.
“Good luck,” I said, handing both the plastic lid and postcard to her.
“Gee, cheers,” she said sarcastically, taking them from me.
I watched in both amusement and awe as she then walked slowly towards the kitchen, container and postcard in her hands. She stopped in the doorway, and I watched through my fingers as she took a deep breath and started to approach the spider.
“Would you like a chair and whip to restrain it?” I called out.
“Very funny.” She turned and looked at me, a mock-angry look on her face.
I carried on watching her as she finally tipped the spider into the container and, while I held the door open, flung it out, still in its container, into the communal hall outside.
“Don’t ever ask me to do that again,” she said, shutting the door and glaring at me.
I looked at her leaning against the door, her face flushed, both from the alcohol and the spider. My insides flipped over.
We carried on looking at each other before Elise suddenly broke out into a grin and shook her head. She bent over and put her head in her hands, dissolving into a fit of giggles. Laughing, I came over to her and briefly hugged her, pulling away sharply at the sensation of her body against mine and the realisation of what I’d done.
“Thank you, Elise,” I said, shocked at my impromptu affection towards her. “There’s no way I could ever have done that!”
“Do you think it’s still out there?” she asked.
“Don’t know,” I replied, quickly stepping back from her. “Do you want to look?”
“No, I flipping don’t!” She laughed, finally moving away from the door. She puffed out her cheeks. “Perhaps we’ll leave it out there for a bit,” she said, glancing at me as she passed me.
We sat back down on the sofa, both of us flopping down at the same time, laughing slightly, and sat in silence for a moment.
“You’re funny,” Elise suddenly said, breaking the silence. “I didn’t realise before.”
I shot her a look. “Funny as in haha, or funny as in weird ?” I asked uncertainly, waiting for her to hit me with another comment about how strange she thought I was because I could neither remove a spider from my kitchen nor kill the stupid thing.
To my
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