Note: Sorry this took so long to do. It's a really long chapter I know. There are a few things in here that kind of OOC I guess, I kind of started rushing a bit. Also, Wallace speaks Italian in here so I'll translate them for you. Well, roughly because my mom screwed up my computer and I can't get my translator to work.

"Those who rovesciare i loro drink dovrebbe essere girato "- Those who spill their drink should be shot
"tutti dovrebbero essere girato che liquore suggerimenti "- All suggestions should be turned to liquor (he's drunk)
"il tuo volto suoni italiani "- your face sounds Italian
"Ramona voglio che tu a letto con me "- Ramona I want you in bed with me

I hope you enjoy it :3

Chapter 1

Ramona stood at the stove, her long hair pulled back into a pony tail. It was shoulder length now and layered. She'd been feeling bold lately so her hair was two different colors. Her bangs were pink while the rest of it was purple. It'd taken a while for Scott to get used to it but after a while he'd learned to love it like he did the rest of her crazy colors.

The front door opened and in scuffled Scott. He was covered in snow and shivering lightly. Looking up from her spot at the stove she smiled at him. They became accustomed to eating dinner later on at night because both of them were often working past 6. It was guaranteed that they'd both be home at around 9:30 or 10 o'clock.

"Welcome home," She greeted, putting the lid back on the pot. "Have fun at work?" Shaking the snow from his hair he slipped out of his boots and laid them on the boot rack so they'd dry off before they dripped onto the floor.

"A blast. We set off fireworks and hired strippers. They were guys because we have 7 female workers and Stephen Stills working there." He replied sarcastically, smiling gently. She returned it, shaking her head.

"Shut up." She watched him as he made his way across the kitchen to the table. Sitting he removed a PSP that he uses for his lunch break and turned it on, seeming to ignore her completely. Her smile began to fade as she watched him from her spot near the stove. A good six or seven minutes passed of silence and little bleeps before she spoke up. "You're not going to ask me how my day went?"

"Huh?" Scott questioned, not removing his eyes from the screen of the PSP. She felt insulted. She knew he was a dense man but this was just simply outrageous. Sometimes she often wondered why she stayed with him, then he did something cute or absolutely sweet and she knew why. Because she loved him. She loved him and was willing to hurt once in a while to be happy with him most of the time. But this wasn't one of those times. Right at that moment, she didn't feel all happy and snug, or think he was cute. She thought he was being absent minded, or worse. Conceded.

"You're gone all day and you're not even somewhat interested in what I was doing?" She crossed her arms, hoping it'd dawn on him on how stupid he was acting and apologize. But you can't always get what you wish for, that was one thing she'd learned multiple times in her life.

"You were cleaning right?" He continued to play his game, his knees propped up on the table. It was silent. Her fists clenched by her sides as she frowned. That very question was like a slap in the face to her. What did she look like? A slave? She had a life and he was completely oblivious to it!

"No. I know it may not seem like it Scott, but I do do more than just clean and work you know." She replied, feeling snubbed. He laughed lightly, his eyes glazed over from his intense concentration on his game.

"hehehehe, you said doo doo." She didn't say anything. She just stood there, her arms crossed, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were turning white. He stopped feeling the cold glare on his skin and looked up, pausing the game.

"Oh uh…you…worked today?" He questioned, trying to tread lightly now. He was like a deer in a mine field. He knew there was danger, but how much of it he was unsure of, and where he should maneuver himself was still a blur to him.

"Scott," She rolled her eyes and turned, stomping off towards the bedroom. That was it, he said something stupid, and what he couldn't pin point. Standing he put the game on the table and followed her slowly. He didn't want to lose Ramona, not when he was so close to proposing to her. "Sometimes I don't know why I bother with you." She muttered folding freshly cleaned laundry and sorting them into baskets.

"Because you love me." Scott replied innocently, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He held her tightly, planting a kiss on her shoulder. She tried to keep a blank face but was finding it hard to. "Plus, I wouldn't be anything without you." He added, resting his chin on her shoulder. Turning in his arms she smiled and wrapped her arms up and over his shoulders, kissing him.

"You're right, you wouldn't be." Turning she pulled away again and continued to fold the laundry.

"So uh, how was your day? Did you do anything fun?" Scott questioned, watching her as she folded his clothes and tucked them away in a basket for him to put in his dresser on his side of the room.

"It was pretty fun, I hung out with Wallace and Mobile a bit before Mobile went to work." Scott looked at her confused for a second, not knowing that she even liked Wallace –or even knew Mobile for that.

"You hung out with Wallace?"

"Yeah, we went shopping for a bit after walking Mobile to the bus stop. You know, he missed you, you should go and visit him soon." She looked at him.

"But I just visited him!" He whined. "He acts like he's my girlfriend or something!" Scott threw himself on the bed dramatically, bouncing the baskets of clothes, threatening to knock them over. Lashing out Ramona caught them before they could tip and ruin her progress.

"Scott, the last time you visited him was 6 months ago. Anyway, you can't blame him for wanting you to visit so often. You guys went from sharing an apartment, and entertainment system, showers, a bed and even sometimes clothes."

"We aren't gay! I swear we didn't do anything gay!" Scott barked in his defense.

"I know I know, but still. You two went from spending every night and most of your day together to never seeing each other. It's hard to quit someone cold turkey and move on like you never knew the person." She was right. Although Scott didn't ever think of Wallace, he knew that Wallace thought of Scott a lot. He sometimes wondered if it had anything to do with when they first met. Back when they were in College. "Scott?" He looked at her and blinked.

"Huh?"

"You," she stopped, trying to read him. He looked like he was thinking deeply. Like he was reflecting back on these past 6 months that seemed like nothing more than a blur to him. "What are you thinking?" She questioned again, softly. She often wondered what Scott thought, especially when his friends were brought up. She often wondered what his thoughts were period. If he often thought about complex things? Or if his thoughts were really as vacant as he lead her to believe.

"I...I was wondering." He started, looking back at the ceiling.

"Yes?" She pressed.

"Is...well,"

"Yes?" The suspense was beginning to get at her. He stopped and stared at her, the silence dragging out. Just when she thought she was going to go crazy from the silence he spoke once more.

"Is dinner almost ready?" She didn't say anything. Glaring at him she removed her house shoes –bought courtesy of Wallace earlier that day- and pegged him in the head with it. Turning she stomped out. "R-Ramona!" Scott rubbed his forehead. It didn't hurt too much –at least not in comparison to Gideon's punches or Todd's super vegan powers- but it still made his forehead sore. "Ramona what did I do?" He stood up and chased after her, carrying her slipper in his left hand.

"You really are an idiot aren't you? Can more than one thought occupy that mind of yours? Or is it impossible?" She snickered, looking at him.

"Huh?" He looked at her confused. Laughing she shook her head and turned the stove off.

"Dinners done you idiot." Smiling Scott clenched his fists almost as if claiming he were victorious. His loud exclamation of Yes would follow after.

"So, how is Wallace doing?" Scott questioned, grabbing some plates out of the cupboard.

"Oh, he says he's fine. Him and Mobile have been getting into tiffs lately though." She scooped up some dinner onto one plate and then the other.

"Tiffs?" Scott was clueless, not knowing the meaning of the word. Truthfully, he'd never heard it before. Or...he had and he just couldn't remember from where he'd heard it.

"Small fights." She revised for him. Scott imagined an epic battle between Wallace and Mobile. Mobile flinging Wallace through the wall with his psychic powers. Wallace retaliating by splashing hot bacon grease in his face then smashing a kitchen chair over his head.

Reaching up Ramona fanned the thought bubble away, chasing away the fire breathing homo into nothing but a disappearing cloud. "I said small fights Scott, not wars. Apparently they've been getting into arguments an awful lot lately. Mobile started accusing him of cheating on him and Wallace is trying to convince him other wise, saying he's stupid for even considering that Wallace would do that."

"Mobile is stupid for thinking that." Scott replied taking a bite of his dinner, sitting at the table. "Wallace may be lewd, or ready to have casual sex with random people after getting zonked, but he'd never cheat. If he has a boyfriend he refuses to even so much as judge another mans outfit let alone think of cheating on him."

"Wallace is really that kind of man?" Ramona was shocked. "He didn't seem that noble to me. He's good company, but he didn't seem like that kind of man to me." A sloppy knock at the door caught her off guard. Turning she looked at the clock. "Who could be here at this time of night?" She placed her plate down on the table and headed for the door. Opening it she gasped, a body almost crushing her as it fell in. Scott quickly jumped up and headed for the door and stopped.

"W-Wallace?" Shifting Ramona grabbed him and pushed him up, supporting him the best she could.

"C-can I die on your couch for an hour or two? Juss…long enough for my head to stop spinning." Wallace questioned, his tongue lazy from the alcohol.

"Of course!" Ramona grabbed him, helping him to the couch. "You smell like Liquor, soap and vomit." She commented, her nose crinkled.

"I'm…covered in two of them." He groaned.

"You spilled your drink on yourself?" Scott questioned, an eyebrow raised.

"Spilling your drink on you is a sin." Wallace glared at Scott. "I'd sooner die than spill my drink on me." He stumbled, falling a bit. "Those who rovesciare i loro drink dovrebbe essere girato" He muttered, trailing off into a different language.

"What's he saying?" Scott questioned as Ramona started pulling his coat off. She grimaced, vomit on the back of his shirt.

"I don't know." She looked at Wallace again.

"tutti dovrebbero essere girato che liquore suggerimenti" He hiccuped a bit.

"We can't understand you Wallace, English please."

"What is he speaking?" Scott itched his head. He didn't know that Wallace even knew any other language, well…besides some French.

"Sounds Italian."

"il tuo volto suoni italiani" Wallace grumbled.

"Wallace how do you say I love you Ramona in Italian?" Scott questioned, crouching down to look his drunk friend in the eyes.

"Ramona voglio che tu a letto con me" Wallace snickered then stumbled.

"Come on Romeo; let's get your friend cleaned up." Shifting her weight under him she supported his weight, leading him to the bathroom.

"Cleaned up? What are we going to do?" Scott followed, making sure Wallace didn't fall. This was the worst he'd ever seen his friend. It was kind of scary to see that Wallace had it in him to drink himself into an Italian speaking stupor.

"Well, your friend is covered in vomit, and chances are it's someone else's." Ramona commented, making sure she didn't put her arm in the chunks that were now getting cold on the back of the gay male.

"How do you know?" Scott stopped in the doorway of the bathroom as Ramona propped Wallace against the wall, moving to unbutton his shirt. She stopped and looked back at him, Wallace finally opening his eyes again, looking as if he were in pain. She face palmed, shaking her head.

"You're dating him." Wallace muttered.

"Scott sweetie, how do you think vomit got on his back? Unless he's something from the exorcist I doubt he puked on his own back." She commented, turning her attention back to undressing Wallace. "Turn the shower on please?" Without question he turned and reached into the shower. Pulling the water on he adjusted the temperature so that it was hot but cool enough to stand in. "One of us will have to strip down and go in and hold him up." She looked at Scott. It didn't seem like it dawned on him right away. Suddenly it snapped and he gasped. His eyes were wide. Turning he stuttered.

"W-what will the other one have to do?" He whimpered.

"Wash him of course." She replied nonchalantly.

"Are you serious?" He screamed, his hands shooting to his head.

"Dead serious. Now choose which position you want to be in." She placed a hand on her hip, waiting for Scott to decide. He only had three options. Only two though Ramona would let him choose from. One, he had to get naked and hold up a naked gay male. Their flesh would be touching, water rushing over them. But the other one he had to lather up soap while his girlfriend stood naked, her flesh pressed against the side of his gay friend while he scrubbed at all of his naughty bits. He didn't want to wash Wallace, and he didn't want Ramona to be naked and pressed up against another man. So there was really only one choice he was allowed to choose.

"This sucks." He whined, removing his shirt.

"You know, I can get in with him." Ramona reminded him, smiling gently as she watched Scott undress. But she wasn't the only one watching.

"Why...is he getting naked?" Wallace cocked an eyebrow. "Not that I'm complaining guy but...kinda confused."

"Weren't you listening to what we were saying?" Scott shot, looking at him.

"Nope, I decided to ignore you like I usually do." Wallace grumbled.

"Oh shut up and get into the shower!" Scott pouted. Dropping his pants he climbed into the shower and stood under the water, shivering a bit. Smiling Ramona pulled the rest of Wallace's clothes off and helped him over to the shower.

"Don't drop him Scott." She warned.

"Yeah yeah." He grabbed onto Wallace, holding him up.

"This...is so gay." Wallace muttered, his side pressed up against Scott's for support.

"Wicked gay."

"So gay it makes me look straight." He slipped a bit. Snapping his arms out and around Wallace's mid section he braced himself, keeping him from hitting the bottom of the tub. Wallace's eyes snapped open, his face hot as fire. Scott's friend was rubbing against the outside of his thigh. This is the closest he's been to Scott in a long time. Well...since back when they were still going to college. He slightly hoped that that moment wouldn't ever end, but at the same time, he wanted Ramona to just wash him up and get it over with before he humiliated himself by getting hard or something stupid like that.

"You ok Wallace?" Ramona asked, grabbing a loofah sponge.

"Just ducky." He grumbled, rubbing his forehead. "Why do you ask?"

"Just…you look like you're going to pop." He chuckled humorlessly, clinging to Scott. He attempted to move his legs so he was supporting himself more than Scott was, but that plan back fired. Slipping he fell, pulling the younger once-was-roommate down with him. His head hit the edge of the tub, knocking him for a loop for a second. A heavy body hit him, crushing his ribs for a second. Groaning he wheezed a bit, the breath knocked out of him. "Scott! I told you not to drop him!" Ramona gasped, moving to climb in and help.

"N-No need." Wallace opened his eyes then stopped. Scott was laying on him, tucked in between his legs, his head on his chest. The last time he was in this position was a few days ago when him and Mobile were…

Coughing he sat up and shoved Scott back, his face red as an apple. He prayed that they'd just blame it on the heat of the water. "I'll wash myself. Sorry bout knocking you down guy." He quickly made for the soap, trying to show them that he was OK, and trying to keep himself from seeming too flustered. He'd always had feelings for Scott. He'd always wanted to be with Scott, even if it meant being his roommate for the rest of his life and letting him free load off of him for the rest of his life.

"Did you hit your head hard or something?" Ramona questioned, looking at Wallace. Grabbing the soap he began to wash himself, now sober enough to understand he was swimming in dangerous waters.

"Nah, just sobering up you know?" He looked at Scott then snickered, running a finger under his nose in an almost mocking way. "The water too cold for you guy?" He questioned. He was hinting at the size of Scott penis to force the impression he wasn't interested in the idiotic guy. And the way the brunettes cheeks puffed out, he knew he'd done just that.

"Shut up, you can wash yourself bacon boy! Then you can go home!" Scott stood up and grabbed a towel stepping out. He threw his nose into the air and stomped out of the bathroom. Bacon boy huh? Ouch. Wallace winced a bit at the insult. The old Scott never would have said that to him, no matter how mad he was.

"Wallace," He looked up. Ramona had an apologetic look on her face, her forehead crinkled. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" He questioned, slowly pulling himself up, pulling the curtain closed to keep Ramona from needlessly staring at his naked body as he washed up.

"For how he's acting. I don't know what's gotten into him."

"Well, I did intrude on you guys and he did just end up naked in between another mans legs." He replied, making sure to scrub his back good. He could still feel the pounding of the thick, hot wet pounding of the vomit on his back.

"No, he's been acting like this for a bit now. Like he's keeping secrets from me one day, then the next like he just met me, knowing nothing about me." She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. "It's scaring me Wallace. I don't want to be ignored again. I don't want him to turn into Gideon." She slowly slid down the wall, curling up so that her face was buried in her lap.

Turning the water off Wallace pulled the curtain open and grabbed the extra towel. Being careful –still horribly inebriated- not to fall.

"Oh come on, this is Scott we're talking about, he couldn't effectively be evil if he had three tutors and a video game training him. I'm sure he had a lot of things on his mind right now, things that are probably a secret or something. But it's nothing to really worry about, I'm sure that whatever this secret is he's focusing hard on it. I'm sure it'll make you happy in the end." He stood over her, the towel wrapped around his waist. Smiling he reached down, offering her help up.

"Y-you think so?" She looked at him, tears in her eyes. He nodded, smiling gently.

"If I know Scott as well as I think I do, then you have nothing to worry about." Blinking, she returned his smile then took his hand. Pulling herself up, his feet slipped out from under him on the wet tile floor, sending him crashing down.

"A-are you ok?" She squealed, turning to help him up. Groaning he pushed himself off of his belly and rolled over, staring at the ceiling.

"I…I think I drank a little too much." He groaned. Sighing Ramona smiled, shaking her head. Gripping the sink she hoisted herself to her feet and turned, helping the drunk man to his feet.

"You should stay here for tonight. That is, if Mobile won't mind."

"Mobile can take a merry suck of my left one." Wallace grimaced a the sound of his name. Ramona winced at the very sound of it.

"I take it you two got into a fight again?"

"Christ, fight doesn't exactly give what we did justice. If he'd been out of his right mind he'd have killed me." He crossed his arms, his forehead crinkled. He still loved Mobile, but it was getting ridiculous with all of the accusations. He'd never cheat on Mobile. Everyone he was acquainted with knew that, but why Mobile, the one person who could get inside Wallace's head the easiest couldn't understand it was beyond him. Reaching forward Ramona rested a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"You stay here tonight. If you'd like you can sleep in the bed with Scott and I." Heading over to the closet she removed a bathrobe and handed him a pair of new boxers that Scott didn't like because of the color.

"Oh no, I can't invade your privacy." Wallace insisted, thanking her for the bathrobe and boxers, slipping into them.

"Nah I insist. There really isn't a suitable place for you to sleep anywhere besides the bed. The couch is way to uncomfortable. Besides, our bed is a king. There's more than enough room for you." Smiling she turned and headed for the door. "Once your done getting ready, come out and have dinner. We have a big day tomorrow, all three of us." He stared at her confused, blinking. Somewhere down the line he must have missed the conversation about them doing something together in the morning. Seeing the confused look she laughed and smiled innocently. "You did want to visit with Scott right? What better way to do that then spending the day with us? I'll see you in the kitchen Wallace. I hope you like Ziti and garlic bread." She dismissed herself, leaving the baffled man to stare in wonder at the spot she once occupied.

Smiling after a bit Wallace shook his head. She knew. She knew how he felt. She knew how he really felt about Scott. How he felt about Mobile, and how wracked up his nerves currently were from all of this arguing with Mobile and loneliness.

"You're a good woman Ramona. You're too good for him." He smiled and tied his bathrobe around his waist tightly. Carefully leaving the bathroom he joined Scott and Ramona. It was good to be with others instead of being so isolated like how he was with Mobile most of the time. He wondered though…how long would this last?