There were days when Adam would wrap himself up in those fluffy blankets and drift asleep, only to be assaulted by dreams. These lapses from reality were easily his favorite part of his life. Well, it had only been that way for a year or so. Why? Well, there was someone out in the world who he loved more than anyone else.

“Adam, I don’t mean to offend you or anything…”

There he was. Marco Pirroni, the one who most fans knew only as the chubby guitarist. Not once had they, who only had they eyes trained on Adam’s sexy butt, assume that anything was going on between the two.

“…but this song is really stupid.”

“We were writing a song?”

Marco sighed and offered Adam a piece of paper. He felt his cheeks turn a bright red as he read over it. A song about an overweight yet handsome knight who rescues a beautiful prince.

“Y-you don’t like me? Adam said, trying his best to sound hurt.

“I do, but I’m just saying. No one’s going to take us seriously if we go through with something like this.”

Adam chuckled nervously. “You don’t notice anything …oddly specific about the word choice?” Okay, he really did want to get carried by a spiteful queen just so Marco could turn into that knight and rescue him. That wasn’t too weird, now was it?

As much as he wanted their love to be mutual, he knew that it just wasn’t meant to be. Marco had a girlfriend, and by the looks of it, they were going to be together for years.

“The word choice is … embarrassing, and yes, it is odd.”

He knew exactly what Terry Lee would say in this situation: “Like, dude, if you love him so much, then just … yeah, that’s what you should do.” But Terry Lee wasn’t here anymore, and even if he was, he’d probably laugh at the absurdity of this love line-segment. Just the thought of it made him crack a smile.

Since Marco couldn’t read minds, he was left wondering how Adam went from swaying around dreamily to looking so serious to smiling cheerily all so quickly. “Adam?” he said. “Are you drunk or something?”

H-huh? That means… “So loving you is a crime?” He’s so oblivious!

That sentence put an end to the conversation.

“Uh … see you tomorrow, then.”

I failed, Adam thought as he watched his fatty crush walk off. Marco probably hates me, and it’s all because I had to act like such an idiot!

He hung his head in shame.

All right, the prompt or whatever you call it: An alien from North Carolina is sucked into another dimension along with a farmer from Arizona.
Now let’s go on with the actual story!

If he had stayed on Earth long enough to find out some of the more vulgar words, he probably would have cursed until he ran right out of breath. His hands trembled and he could feel his heart pounding against his chest, but he could only repeat the few sentences he had picked up from his short stay in North Carolina. “Where am I?”

That was when he noticed someone standing over him, looking worried and a bit confused. “What are you?” It was a male, with a hat drooping over his head and hiding part of his face.

“I-I’m from a distant planet. B-52, if you really want to know,” our little alien friend said nervously. “There were planes everywhere, not to mention some really weird band.”

The human laughed and extended his hand. “I’m Freddy. You?”

The alien racked its head for an answer. No one had asked him his name back on Earth, and given how complicated his true name was, he would just have to make one up. “Cody.”

“Cody? For someone who looks so strange, you have a pretty normal name. Or…” Freddy quirked an eyebrow. “You just made that off the top of your head, now didn’t you?”

Cody, as he was know known, shook his head. No.

“I can’t blame you,” Freddy said. “For all I know, my real name might be Sluggoth Sniper or something.” He stuffed a hand in his pocket and drew it out. Once he unclenched his fist, Cody could see something resting in his palm.

“That’s…?”

“You don’t know?” A puzzled frown fell across his pale face.

“No.”

“It’s chocolate. I bought some for my daughter when that portal showed up out of nowhere and sucked me right in,” Freddy said with a sigh.

All this talk of chocolate and daughters were a bit more than Cody could take in, so he didn’t say anything in response. Clearly three months in North Carolina hadn’t been enough to prepare him for someone like Freddy. Humans are so strange, he thought as he watched the farmer (he had to be one, guessing by how he went on and on about life on a farm). “Freddy?” he asked. “Where are you from?”

“Arizona,” Freddy replied without hesitation. “Why?”

“N-nothing,” Cody said. He glanced down at the chocolate and crammed it all into his mouth. He almost recoiled at the taste. Bitter, but maybe that was because he had eaten the entire thing at once. But as terrible as it tasted, he managed to force it down his throat.

Cody’s gaze shifted from the ground to the thing slithering over his hand. A slug. He had seen plenty of those back on Earth. They weren’t any stronger here than they were back there, and in a moment it was nothing more than a smashed-in corpse.

“I guess we have to explore this place,” the farmer from Arizona said, oblivious to what had just gone on.

Cody nodded his agreement and got to his feet.

Yeah, it really ends there. Ahahahaha.