RP: Nick/Sam/G/April
Who: Nick/Sam/G/April When: 12-22-11, 10:50 PM Where: Sam & G's place Summary: Nick gets his superpower as only a teenager can
During the shopping trip that morning, Nick had managed to afford a television for himself because of the holiday sales and because it had a screen the size of a youtube video. Still, he was pleased, as he'd also had to buy more clothes, bed stuff, posters for his too bare walls, and the fiction book Dom wanted him to start reading.
He was in bed now with that book, propped against the pillows. For his first foray into the land of non-school related reading, he'd picked a book with naked people on the cover naturally. It was called Heat Stroke, and there was a lot of sex in it, just as Nick had hoped. There was also a police investigation into the murder of the hot lead female's sister, which was kinda interesting, but not as good as the sex.
Nick was at one of those sex scenes now, a quarter of the way through the book. Cabien, the police detective on the case, had Dylan, the hot female lead, against the wall and was making her tingle in all the right places. It was making Nick tingle, too, and his hand began to sneak its way past the waistband of his pajama pants...
...and was blinded by a dizzying rainbow of colors.
For a moment, he was confused, wondering if someone had planted Christmas lights in his room and they'd switched on. Then, he found that the light was coming from in his pants.
Nick yiped and yanked his hand free from his pants. The light dulled but he could still see that his crotch was glowing. Clutching the book to his chest, he lifted the waistband again and squinted in the brightness to look down his pants.
His penis was glowing like a rainbow!
Nick panicked. He scrambled from bed, ignoring the wincing his ribs caused, and tore from his bedroom. He flew past April in the living room and into the mud room, threw on his coat, his snowboats, and was running out the back door towards the one person's house he knew would help.
He banged a fist on Sam's door, holding the book still. He looked down and he was still glowing through his trousers. Oh-em-gee! Oh-em-gee! Oh-em-gee!