“Nope, nope, nope, nope!” Frank scrambled away from the wall as fast as he could as soon as he saw it. Why the fuck did it have to be his bunk? Huh? Why him and not anyone else on this stupid bus?
Frank toppled out of bed and onto the floor in his attempt to escape, and he was grateful that he had picked a bottom bunk for this tour. “Fucking nope!”
“Frankie, what’s the problem?” Gerard asked, peeking out from the curtains of the bunk across the way and above Frank’s.
Frank breathed hard as he stared at the wall of his bunk, not letting the thing out of his sight. “There’s…” he started, but paused to inhale a deep breath. “There’s a fucking…” He couldn’t say it. Instead, he widened his eyes and raised a finger to point at the wall across from him.
“What the fuck, Frank,” Gerard grumbled as he reluctantly climbed out of his bunk and kneeled down beside Frank. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“It’s… it’s in… it’s in my fucking bed!” Frank finally managed to say.
“Frank! Jesus Christ, you nearly gave me a heart attack, fuck!” Gerard sighed, but Frank didn’t look any less terrified. “Seriously? That has got to be the smallest spider I have ever seen in my life.” He chuckled and rose to his feet. “Don’t take your eyes off it,” he said over his shoulder as he went in search of a cup and a piece of paper.
Frank nodded frantically. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”