ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #15 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #15

... could clear some things up. The phone rang and rang and finally Freddie picked it up, sounding annoyed. "What do you want, Gibby?" "Oh… sorry if I'm like interrupting or anything. Just thought I'd see how you were doing." "No different than when we talked last week," Freddie said, the hostility in his voice nearly palpable. "Still depressed." "About Carly leaving?" "Duh… and losing Sam hurt just as much. Now I'm all alone here in this city." Gibby looked around, making sure he was actually still in Seattle. "I'm still here, man." "I was talking about women, dude. And we talk like once a week. Ending iCarly really put a hamper on hanging out with people. I'm working on a paper for when classes start back-" "Hey…" he said, Freddie's words just now reaching him, "what happened to Sam?" "Oh, come on, man… Are you intentionally fucking with me?" "Ummm… no… I'm just a little confused today." "God… when are you not? Sam left on her motorcycle the night Carly left and never looked back. I was just working up the nerve to ask her out again when she bolted. Heard she's doing some babysitting job with the weird redhead from that party we went to a while back in LA." "Oh… you mean, Cat, right?" "Umm… yeah, I think that's her name. How did you know that?" "Just… good memory I guess." "Well, we only met her for like a minute at that thing so good job, I guess. Hang on a second." There was silence on the end of the line for about a moment when Gibby heard Freddie from a distance shouting ...

... "What the hell?!" and then it was just static. Gibby tried calling the number again but all he could get was a 'this is no longer a working number' message. He tossed the phone onto the chair in his room, and all of a sudden a crack appeared along his bedroom wall. The crack looked odd because there was a light coming from it, and to make it even more odd, the crack went through things, including the chair and floor that lay before it. And it seemed to be growing every so often. Gibby wanted to get up and touch the crack, but he decided to test the crack first. This proved to be a good idea, as the pillow that he used to poke the crack was swallowed up in an instant. Gibby quickly backed away from the crack and started heading downstairs to tell his mom, but halfway down the stairs, he looked at his living room which was no just white. Not like it had white paint or there was white stuff there. There was literally just blank nothingness at the bottom of the stairs. Gibby raced back up to his bedroom and began to rock back and forth on his bed as the white light grew and grew and grew until he could see little more than the area around him. Just when he thought that he was going to get sucked into the light, a hand grabbed him and pulled him up on his feet. "Are you Gibby?" the voice asked. Gibby , now looking the guy square in the eyes, recognizing him as the teacher from the Hollywood school with the wishing thing, nodded, and in a flash, the two of them were gone. * * * "So, ...