Note: Sorry it seems a bit rushed. I'm a bit rusty on typing up stories because I've been roleplaying for too long. Still...stuck...in...roleplay format...ugh

Chapter 3

Scott sat on the couch, Wallace next to him with his face buried in his knees with Ramona sitting on the other side. Wallace was rocking a bit, sniffling every now and again. It was mainly silent, neither Ramona or Scott spoke. They didn't know what to say to make their friend feel any better, and when they had plucked up enough courage to comfort him he'd cuss, making them shut their mouths again and wait it out.

Finally after an hour or two Wallace lifted his head, wiping his blood red eyes free of tears, inhaling sharply through his clenched teeth. "I hate him." Wallace commented, choking a bit as he swallowed back anything that made him sound as if he were lying. He was though. Ramona knew it, Scott knew it, but there was just this need to reassure himself. To lie to himself.

"Everything will be ok Wallace, he probably just needs some time to cool down." Ramona commented after a long pause. She rubbed his shoulders. Now was her time to comfort him.

"Needs some time to cool down? Jesus his life isn't that hard! There's no reason for him to need to cool down. He never had to deal with debt, or having no job, or having no friends, or parents…" he trailed off, clicking his teeth a bit. "He's had it practically golden compared to some of the people I know. A family who gives a hell what he does, friends who try to contact him, always having that financial support just given to him if he needs it. He's just looking for a reason to make his life look like a train wreck, and I'm his rails." He sniffled again, itching his head. Ramona frowned and leaned back, thinking.

"You two were together for a good year and a half though."

"Two years this month." He corrected her.

"Maybe you should just…give it a break for a bit. I mean he did just kick you out. You're technically a bachelor again." She smiled at him.

"Yeah, just one problem though." He rested his forehead against his drawn up knees again, his eyes closed.

"What's that?"

"I don't have a place to live." He looked at her. She bit her lip thinking, then sighed.

"You're right, that is a problem."

"I'm a problem. My entire amazing life is just…soooo problematic."

"It sucks." Scott added in. "Can't he stay here?" he looked at Ramona. Ramona cocked an eyebrow, shocked that Scott would even suggest it.

"Stay here?"

"Yeah, I mean well…he was the one who kept our little hole clean when we were roommates, so we don't have to worry about him being messy." Scott explained.

"I know, I woke up this morning and he was washing the dishes by hand and cooking breakfast." She agreed.

"Ugh…sorry, it's a habit." Wallace cradled his head.

"It's not a bad habit. It gets more done than what Scott does." Scott pouted, crossing his arms. Laughing Ramona leaned over and kissed his head. "It's alright sweetie, I still love you."

"I don't want to impose." Wallace added in, looking at the two lovers, feeling horrible that he was even offered a place to stay.

"You won't be imposing. We can set up the spare room for you and you can use that as your room. Scott wanted to use it as a gaming room, but as long as you're here it'll be a second bedroom. Just like how I wanted." She beamed proudly. Standing she quickly ran off and started moving stuff out of the room. "Have Scott go help you get your stuff and I should have this room all set up by the time you get back." She smiled as she shoved a cluster of baskets out into the hallway.

"Are you sure? I mean, that looks like a lot to clean out by yourself. I can always go alone and Scott can help you." Wallace offered, seeing that the room must have been used for storage because of all of the clutter and large objects. But she just smiled and shook her head again.

"I'm sure, you two get going if you want to get your stuff out of the house before Mobile gets back. Don't want him giving you a hard time." As much as he hated to admit it, but she was right. Nodding he pushed himself off the couch and rubbed his ankles. One thing he knew for sure was Ramona was right. That couch was horribly uncomfortable.

Scene 2

It was snowing, and cold. Shivering Wallace bundled up tighter and flashed Scott a look. He seemed as if he didn't even notice the cold. How lucky, Wallace could honestly say he envied the less intelligent male. It was silent. Nothing but the sound of dense snow clicking on the already laid out snow, sounding a bit like sprinkles hitting the sidewalk in summer. He didn't like the silence. He'd already spent so much time in it, and now that he was with Scott, he knew he didn't have to be silent, but something told him he should. That he should keep his mouth shut and just savor the moment of being with Scott again. Just Scott.

"Hey," Scott spoke up, stopping under a street light. Wallace stopped as well, his eyes glued to the foot prints he just left behind as he turned to face the brunette. "Remember when we used to go for walks like this all the time?" Scott smiled. Wallace smiled as well, nodding lightly.

"Yeah, I remember. I also remember getting clipped by a car that drove off the road and smashed into a telephone pole. It was on this street, in this same spot." He replied, laughing lightly.

"You did?" Scott frowned.

"You don't remember huh?" he cocked an eyebrow. "You were the one who called the police when I told you to call the ambulance. And you panicked and just babbled for thirty minutes about how a monster popped up out of nowhere and threw the car at us. I had to come up with an elaborate lie to tell the officer that you were just panicking and partially retarded." Wallace laughed.

"Oh yeah!" Scott smiled remembering. "That was the day you broke your arm from the clavicle to your fingertips because the guy hit your arm with his side mirrors!" he boomed proudly, happy he remembered.

"Glad to see you saw the light in all of that." Wallace returned with a teasing roll of the eyes and a grin.

"Do you remember that time we got drunk?" Scott's smile faded a bit as he sat on a bench.

"I don't remember much when I'm drunk guy, and I'm drunk a lot so you might want to be specific." Wallace snickered, leaning against the back of the bench. Scott was silent for a second then inhaled as if he were regretting even having brought it up. Wallace looked back at him, seeing the hesitance in his eyes, his smile fading.

"The uh…time we got drunk…together…and ended up…well…together." Scott muttered. Wallace rolled his eyes and groaned.

"If we were already together then how could we end up together?"

"I mean making out." Wallace stopped. He didn't remember that but it was shocking to hear all the same.

"We made out? When was this?" He turned, looking at Scott. "If we're talking about when we first met, that was a long time ago guy. " But Scott shook his head.

"No, it was fairly recent." He sighed.

"How recent is fairly recent?"

"I mean like…when I knew Ramona." Wallace choked a bit and came around to the front of the bench and sits down.

"When you knew Ramona, like…when we were still living together?" He was thoroughly confused now. Scott shook his head again.

"Actually, it was when she left me to go be with Gideon…you don't remember?" Scott looked at him almost desperately, then trailed off.

"No, I can't say I do." He muttered.

"It was at my place on my couch. We had a few drinks because you said I was being a sobby little bitch and we got smashed and then you mounted me and we swapped spit for at least an hour." Wallace stared at him, blinking a couple times. It was silent. Neither of them said a word for a long time. After ten minutes Wallace broke the silence.

"Why don't I ever remember the good stuff?" Then shock took him over and he cradled his head. "Oh god I did cheat on Mobile, I'm such a whore!" he threw his head back, his hands over his eyes. "And I forced myself on you!"

"I wouldn't say force." He chuckled nervously.

"I didn't force myself on you? That's a surprise." Wallace muttered. "How the hell did we end up doing that then?"

"Well, we uh…got into this argument about how you'd never kiss a pair of lips that kissed a woman. And I started puckering up and pushing myself on you and you tried to get away but you couldn't because I managed to pin you to the couch and then we started making out." He laughed, not sure where this was going to lead their friendship to. After a bit of silence Wallace coughed, clearing his throat and stood up.

"Shall we never speak of this again?"

"We shalt." Scott stood up and began walking. Wallace was embarrassed. He had made love to Scott, the very guy he'd always wanted to make love to. And although he was proud of it, he felt like trash as well. But what he hated most of all was, he couldn't ask if they could do it again, no matter how bad he wanted to.

Scene 3

Mobile wasn't home yet, thank God. The last thing they needed –or wanted- was the psychic staring at them or reading their minds –especially after both of the boys were thinking so hard on the events of the past.

"I don't have much," Wallace replied, taking his coat off and walking in. "I got rid of my entertainment system when we moved out of the apartment and that futon was tossed as well. All I have is my clothes and games. Of course those should still be packed. I can't exactly play them when Mobile is around. He always messes me up to get a rise out of me." Wallace grabbed a couple boxes out of a storage room and began packing his things up.

"Messing you up? He can control you with his mind too?" Scott was mystified. Wallace shook his head and packed some coffee mugs and margarita glasses into the box after wrapping them up in bubble wrap.

"No, he has this thing where he can get into my head, and he does this…I don't know what it is but it feels so good. It's kind of like mental sex its amazing, it truly is-"
"La la la la!" Scott screamed throwing his hands over his ears. "I don't want to know!"

"Well you're the one who asked guy." Wallace laughed.

"I didn't ask for the icky details, I just asked if he can control you." Wallace snickered looking at the disgusted expression on his face.

"Well he can control when and how hard I orgasm if that counts." Scott gagged.

"That's so gross!"

"It feels amazing."

"And I doubt you need to be telling people about what we do." Wallace and Scott whirled around. Mobile was standing at the door, his arms crossed. "You just can't keep your mouth shut can you?"

"Hi Mobile." Wallace cursed himself gently in his head and continued packing up.

"Why the formalities, Wallace?" Mobile replied, sounding a bit spiteful.

"I'm packing, what else do you want from me?" Wallace replied carrying the box to another cabinet.

"To make me dinner," Mobile opted. Wallace snarled and turned to stare at him. "Naked would be preferable." Mobile added. Wallace's cheeks turned red. He could see lust in Mobile's eyes, but there was something more than that. There was fire.

"How about you shove a cucumber up your ass and make your own food." Wallace replied, turning back to pack his stuff. He wasn't going to collapse to Mobile, not this time. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. A hand snaked up around his throat and pinned him. He's been in this embrace a few times before. This was one of the ones he enjoyed the most. The feeling of being trapped, but this very embrace at the very moment horrified him. Because unlike all of the other times, Mobile wasn't doing it out of love or lust, he was doing it to hurt Wallace.

"Should I show you what was bouncing around in Mr. Pilgrims head?" He hissed in his ear. Wallace stared in horror. He didn't want to see. He didn't want to react wrongly to it, and he knew he would. But if he did when Mobile was in his head…

Suddenly images flashed in his head. Scott and Wallace drinking. A heated argument. Laughing, another argument, Scott crying, then more laughing. Suddenly, came the part that shocked him the most. Scott pinning him down, kissing him desirably, then Wallace taking over, sitting in the younger mans lap with fingers wrapped around a fist full of hair. The scene excited him. He found himself panting as it went on, the farther the images went till it was past kissing and their shirts hit the floor. Flesh and sweat, lips mingling and the moans that echoed off of Scott's empty walls.

"Please," Wallace whimpered, his eyes clenched tightly.

"You're a whore, Wallace. That's all you'll ever be." Soon the flash back stopped. Pain ruptured through his head and his vision went blank. When he came to, he was laying on a bed in a dark room. He could hear voices outside the door.

"Are you sure he's alright?" A female questioned.

"I don't know, Mobile did something to him, I don't know what but it was scary as hell." Mobile? Who's Mobile? Wallace thought.

"Well he stopped screaming, should we check and see if he's awake?" The girl asked again.

"Or if he was unconscious to begin with? Yeah." The door opened and in came a boy with brown hair accompanied by a girl with bright blue hair.

"Wallace!" The girl ran over. He looked at her confused and pulled away a bit as she threw her arms around him.

"Uh, sorry, who are you? Where am I?" Wallace looked around.

"Wallace, come on stop joking." The boy smiled, standing next to the bed.

"How do you know my name?" Wallace was beginning to panic. He didn't know these people. He didn't know where he was and he didn't know how he got there. In fact, he couldn't remember much of anything.

"Wallace, it's us. Ramona and Scott?" The blue haired girl pulled away, frowning. "You..don't remember us?" she squeaked.

"Uh…I don't think I've ever met you, I'm sorry to burst your bubble." He replied, itching his head.

"Wallace, come on, we've been friends since college. You know…Scott Pilgrim? Gideon? Kim Pine, the Katayanagi twins?" Scott tried mentioning some names, hoping he'd recognize at least one of them.

"Uh…no." He itched his head then groaned. "My head is swimming."

"Because Mobile screwed with your brain! He stuck a straw in your skull and sucked out the memories like some freaky deeky alien from Mars Attacks!"

"They didn't suck out brains in Mars Attacks…did they?" Wallace looked at Ramona. She shrugged.

"I don't know, I hate Alien movies." She sighed then looked down upset. "You really don't remember us?" He shook his head slowly, wondering if in fact he had known them at one point in time. Sighing again she stood up and looked back at him heading for the door of the room. "Tomorrow, we'll fill you in on everything and see if we can't get you to remember." She smiled, but he could see the doubt in her eyes. Turning she left, leaving the boy named Scott behind.

"Come on Wallace," Scott whimpered once she shut the door behind her. "You couldn't have forgotten us." He seemed desperate. Somehow, it hurt Wallace to see those large, hurt eyes. "You have to remember us!" He barked, tears coming to his eyes. Scott was pissed. He was so full of hate, hate towards Mobile, hate towards psychics.

"I don't." Wallace whispered, shaking his head.

"You have to!" Scott grabbed his shirt, starting to cry. "You're my best friend damn it! We lived in the same apartment for a year! We shared a bed for a year! You can't,"

"Just…calm down, guy." Wallace panicked a bit, not understanding, feeling confused but at the same time, touched. Suddenly a pair of lips smashed against Wallace's. He gasped; his eyes open wide as he found himself falling back on the bed. Tears hit his cheeks as the boy on top of him continued kissing him, nipping at his bottom lip. He fought it for a few seconds, then crumbled, opening his mouth and allowing a rush of spit enter. "S-stop." Wallace whimpered.

"Then remember me and I will!" Scott punched the mattress next to Wallace's head. "Whatever he did…whatever he did to you he will pay for it! And I swear, whatever he did to your brain, I'll get your memories back!" Pulling off of him he turned and made a dash for the door. He slammed it. Inhaling deeply he stared at the ceiling, the taste of spit still in his mouth, he groaned and rolled over. How could he have possibly forgotten lips like those?