"I have to pee so bad," JC said, crossing his legs as we walked down
the hall
towards our bedroom. I laughed and just continued to keep his hand
interlocked with mine.
"I’m sure one of the bathrooms in this house is safe to use. They
all can’t
have Vaseline on the toilet seats, the other guys are gonna have to
use the
bathroom sometime soon," I told him with a smile. "I don’t think
anyone had
time to touch our bathroom, why don’t you try that one?"
JC nodded and we continued to walk towards our room. I saw one of the
closet
doors between our room and one of the guest bedrooms open, the closet
empty.
"Hey, who emptied this thing out?" I asked, moving closer to it. It
used to
have the vacuums, various cleaning items, some towels and sheets, and
other
miscellaneous items inside of it. I didn’t want to get any closer,
knowing it
was probably a set up, and I was about to turn around when I felt JC
slam
into me, and we both went spiraling into the closet. The door slammed
shut
behind us, and I heard something click.
"No," JC said, getting up quickly and moving to the door. The closet
was
pitch black, and it took a moment to find the doorknob. He tried it,
shaking
it roughly, but it wouldn’t turn.
"Damn it, who’s out there?!"
I heard the distinct giggle of Chris, and I got up, reaching around
to find
JC. The closet wasn’t that big, barely large enough to fit myself
and JC.
Chris had shoved something into the crack at the bottom of the door,
so not
even a tiny sliver of light was getting into the closet.
"Chris, let us out," I called, hitting the door again. The only
response I
got was more laughing. I sighed and leaned against the door.
Suddenly, I felt
Josh’s fingers slowly reaching into my pants at the base of my
leg.
"Josh, stop it, that tickles," I said with a laugh.
"What?"
I laughed again, JC’s fingers still moving slowly up my leg. "Josh,
stop
tickling me!"
"I’m not."
"What? Yes you are, I can feel you."
"Lance," he said slowly, "I’m not tickling you."
We both went silent and I reached down to my leg. My hand connected
with
something big and hairy. Oh God, it was a spider. A big, hairy spider.
"Josh, get it off me," I whispered.
"Get what off you? What are you talking about?"
"Josh," I said carefully, "there’s a big spider crawling up my leg."
"What? Where? I can’t see it," he said, and I could feel him trying
to shift
in the tiny space of the closet.
"It’s on my leg, kinda big, hard to miss!" I said, my voice near
panic,
because the spider was still going upwards, almost past my knee.
"Which leg?" JC asked, feeling around my ankles with both of his
hands.
"He’s a little farther up than that, Josh," I said, my voice
unusually high.
Josh’s hands went up my legs at a fast pace, patting around, trying
to feel
for the spider. If I wasn’t terrified of being bitten, I would’ve
been
turned on by those hands.
"Oh God!" JC exclaimed, and suddenly the spider was gone.
"Where’d it go?" I asked, feeling JC stand back up. "I don’t
know, I flung
it somewhere. I think it’s in the corner."
"Well, considering this closet isn’t that big, he wont be there for
long,
will he?"
JC started feeling around the walls, pounding on them, trying to find
the
door. "Chris, this isn’t funny anymore, let us out!"
The only sound we could hear was laughing from the other side of the
door.
"Chris, this thing is gonna bite us!" I exclaimed, helping JC pound
on the
door.
"Nah, he’s harmless. Just a tarantula. I bought him a couple days
ago, isn’t
he cute? I was thinking of naming him either Sparkles or Twinkles,
because
you know, Sparkles the Spider or Twinkles the Tarantula. I thought
that those
names would be kinda-"
"Shut the hell up and let us out!" JC exclaimed, interrupting Chris
and
pounding harder on the door.
Chris just laughed and said, "Not a chance, Chasez." And then I could
hear
him walking off, his footsteps getting quieter and quieter as he got
further
down the hall.
*
