Peter kept reciting what he would say to you. He had
stayed up texting you last night and he was exhausted. The conversation would
have never ended if you didn’t fall asleep on him. He looked back at the last
few messages you two sent each other and laughed:
You: So I think
I have a bug bite. There’s this big red bump on my arm, it looks like a spider
bite according to google…kind of scary how a spider was on me without me
Peter: oh no!! I understand though. it’s not
painful is it?
You: no, just
itchy, thank God. Kind of sad if my story ends because a spider felt threatened
would be sad… but the likelihood of dying by a spider is really rare
You: did I ask?
just kidding. the odds would probably be against me though
You: I hate
not that bad!
probably the person who kills bugs just because they were in your sight
It took a few minutes for you to respond because your
eyes were drooping.
You: Dont be a
bug apologist, im the innocent one her]e