Moving from home.

Arachibutyrophia ?

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the next day I simply wanted to sit down on my bed, read one of the books that were near on the shelf and hide again, but this time Mike made me get up, saying he wasn't going to bring me my breakfast upstairs this time, so reluctantly I picked myself up and got downstairs where he was, in his hand he held onto a giant bag filled with white bread, 'you allergic to nuts', he asked.

An odd question to ask, I said no, the only allergies that I know I have now were goldenrod pollen, which is very sneeze addicting, Mike would then pull out two jars from the cupboard one which was a brown jar of peanut butter, the other filled with grape flavored jam, at the time I didn't know of these two flavors so I was intrigued, I watched as he plopped both the jars open and then pulled out a knife, which made me shrink away slightly from the sight of it, though doing some close inspection I could see that it wasn't as sharp as most other knives I have seen. He then lathered the brown substance on it and then spread it out on the white wheat bread, then he did the same on the jam, then he placed the two pieces of bread on top of each other.

'One Pb And J, he called it, 'enjoy'.

Intrigued I was, I grabbed the sandwich in my hand , 'is this a native dish,'i asked, never having seen anytthing like this made, Mike in response looked at me like I was nuts, 'uh, yeah', he said, I suppose you could call it that,' he then took his eyes off me and grabbed the shovel from the door and headed outside, I smiled taking a bite out of my sandwich, I was beginning to feel slightly better then before, now that I think about it,0 I couldn't just hide in my room forever pondering on these feelings for Gwess, if I were to try and deal with these feelings one way or the other I was gonna have to talk to her.

After I made that resolve I prepared to stand up, when suddenly I felt an.....odd feeling on my mouth, it was on the roof of it to be precise, 'oh god,' some of the peanut butter was stuck on the roof of my mouth, I placed my finger inside and scraped it off, for some reason I was in a hurry to get it off, once I had scrapped a finger full I looked down at my peanut butter covered index, I didn't want to lick it off, what if it gets stuck again, so I got up from the chair and walked right over to the sink and rinsed it off. 'God, I thought to myself, 'that was the most weird experiences I have ever had,' once it was clean, I turned and looked at my half bitten sandwich, it was still sitting there. I didn't want to simply leave it there to waste, so I walked over to the table and sat back on my chair. 'Maybe that was just a minor reflex,' I thought to myself, 'a minor panic attack nothing else, I wasn't allergic to peanut butter I knew that so whatever it was I felt there must have just been a reflex, so I somewhat nervously grabbed the rest of the sandwich and took another bite, once again I tasted the delicious grape jam flavor mixed with the crushed peanuts, in my head I reminisced how my parents would make me this kind of sandwich every day for lunch at school, though they would always be simple sandwiches, this kind had a nice flavor, slightly bitter on one side, and somewhat fruity on the other, I was getting lost in the delicious taste when. My eyes widen, this time I felt like a wall of peanut butter on the roof of my mouth, this time with a load of the bread, I panicked suddenly I stood up from the chair My eyes widen, this time I felt like a wall of peanut butter on the roof of my mouth, this time with a load of the bread, I panicked  and once more I started to lick it off with my tongue, this sounds like a silly thing to panic over, but believe me if you were in my position you would also freak out. [Now thankfully I don't have a problem with eating peanut butter now, it is still my favorite toppings, but believe me, it was the most awkward moment that I had ever had]. .

By that point Mike walked back inside the house, he looked completely dirty, must have been digging for something, he looked down and noticed me on the floor, 'what the hell happened to you,' he asked, I blushed, ' Arachibutyrophia', the phobia of getting peanut butter in your mouth, and I was one of the rare people to have them, which was funny, since I didn't think I was the type to have a phobia, let alone a silly one such as this, I had to explain this to Mike, and he had to explain it to me, he told me that those who have it immediately can be treated for it and offered to give me money for it, I accepted, might as well, I mean I was already dealing with a lot of things now.

Last thing I needed was getting scared of peanut butter, I never got to finish the sandwich however.