Challenge: Vanilla #10 - Phobias
Word Count: 300
Summary: Simon's found something huge and terrifying and needs backup...
Notes: I re-read last year's NaNo and realised how much I missed writing about Simon - and since he was pretty much fleshed out by my first posts here, I decided he needed some love! Although it feels a little strange trying to recapture his voice...
"Jonathan!" Oh God...
"Simon? What's up?" His voice is slightly slurred: he must've been asleep.
"There's- There's a-" I can't bring myself to say it.
"What's wrong?" He sounds more awake now and I can hear his bare feet in the hallway. The door behind me creaks open.
I stare at him helplessly. His hair is everywhere - he was definitely asleep and now I feel guilty. The words stick in my throat. "There's a... spider in the bath..."
He gives me a long, hard look. "A... spider?"
I swallow and nod.
He's so patient, he doesn't even sigh as he steps past me. I cringe away as he scoops up the monstrosity, which looks suddenly, frustratingly, much smaller in his palm, and look elsewhere as he casts the little demon from the window. "How you ever survived childhood is sometimes a mystery to me, Simon."
"I-" I wouldn't admit this to anyone else, but I can feel the sudden burning in my cheeks so he just knows it's going to be embarrassing and there's no point in lying... "My mother did it for me."
For a second I think he's going to laugh but he's in an unusually tactful mood it seems: he settles for a huge grin instead. "Since I'm not your mother," and somehow I just know he'll never let this go, "next time just use the can of bug spray instead?"
"The one on the windowsill. Just there." Sure enough, there's a red canister half an arm's length from Jonathan.
I can feel my mouth opening and closing for a few seconds, but the only sound I can make is "...oh."
Grinning and shaking his head, my landlord leaves me to shower safe in the knowledge that he is now completely sure I'm an idiot.