Note: Sorry it's taken so long to finish this chapter. Started college and have gone through some rough times. I hope you enjoy though :3
Chapter 4
Wallace woke up out of a sound sleep at 8 in the morning. His dreams were plagued by images, nightmares. Panting, sweating he pushed himself out of bed and grabbed a bathrobe off of the end of his bed. Ramona was already awake, cooking breakfast. Scott was half asleep sitting at the table. Ramona looked up and smiled at him.
"Good morning Wallace, how did you sleep?" She scooped up bacon and eggs onto a plate and threw some sausage down.
"Absolutely horrible. Did you know you could have nightmares of nightmares in nightmares?" Ramona winced and turned putting the plate on the table.
"Nightmares? What were they about?" She sat down after serving Scott and herself some breakfast as well.
"Just random stuff. It was pretty stupid actually now that I think back on it. There were these seven assholes just prowling around beating the hell out of you and Scott. Don't know why it was considered a nightmare really." He started eating, shoving the bacon first into his mouth.
"Ah, you had a nightmare about my evil ex-boyfriends!" Ramona exclaimed smiling. Scott smiled as well, but all Wallace did was look over and stop chewing.
"Your whatty what what's?"
"Ramona's Evil Ex-boyfriends. The Japanese twins, the indian guy with the black hair, the guy with the white hair who was a vegan, the blonde girl, the movie star with the skate board and the nerd with the glasses!" Scott replied.
"That's not creepy or anything guy, so…tell me who these guys are." Wallace put his fork down so he could listen and focus better. Ramona was left in charge to tell him who they were.
"Well, boyfriend number one. The indian guy, Matthew Patel. He has mystical powers and can summon demon hipster chicks."
"That explains the boobs. I was going to say, I don't think I've ever dreamt about boobs for any reason."
"The second was Lucas Lee." She continued on.
"Yeah, Lucas is the one that you trained me for. The one you actually lusted after for like…30 minutes then said screw it." Scott stood up and ran into the living room. He returned back with a movie that had him on the cover and handed it over to Wallace. Wallace smile a bit.
"He is pretty hot. But this movie looks like it sucks." He flipped it over reading the back.
"You said that the first time it came out on shelves. The Third was Todd Ingram. He was the Vegan Psychic who dated my ex-girlfriend Envy Adams." Scott carried on.
"Envy Adams?" He looked up confused. "Natalie V. Adams?" Scott smiled, his eyes sparkling.
"You remember her?" Pulling back Wallace looked at him like he was on crack and shook his head.
"Uh, no. Natalie is in my Social class at the University." Scott stopped then smiled and ran around the table, grabbing the gay by his face, cupping it.
"You're college Wallace! Yes you're college Wallace!" He howled. Wallace stared at him horrified and sarcastically threw his hands in the air.
"Yaaay?"
"Scott, what does it matter if he's college Wallace or not?" Ramona asked.
"Because, Wallace didn't change at all from the time we were in college to now! All we have to do is fill him in on some of the details, and most of it is on video camera!" He pulled back away from Wallace and raced into the living room, throwing video tapes around. Ramona sighed and shook her head standing up.
"I guess we're spending my entire birthday watching home videos." She stood up.
"Oh, happy birthday." He looked at her. She gave him a strained smile as she followed Scott.
"Thanks." Wallace knew that that wasn't a good sign. It seemed as if Scott could be rather…well…dense. Standing he followed Ramona in and sat on the couch next to her as Scott pulled out a box of video tapes.
"Here they are!" He boomed, vigorously shoving a tape into the VCR. It was a home movie that popped up. Wallace was sitting at a table half awake. Scott was saying things like I'm going to be the worlds Greatest director! And other humiliating things like that.
"Have fun with that." Wallace commented, snickering as he ate his bacon.
"I will! I'm going to be the world's greatest director ever, even better than Steve Wittmann!"
"Uh, Steve Wittmann built and raced aircraft, guy." Wallace cocked an eyebrow. "But it was a nice try." They continued watching, Wallace not remembering anything that had happened throughout that time.
A few hours passed and Ramona soon began to get bored, leaning backwards, her eyes closed. Even Wallace was getting bored out of his mind.
"Hey uh, can we do something different?" Wallace opted.
"Like what?" Scott questioned, still really interested in the video.
"I don't know what does Ramona want to do?" He looked at Ramona, trying to let her decide on what she wants to do on her birthday. Looking at him she caught the drift and smiled.
"How about we go see Unforgotten One? I heard it was supposed to be good." She opted.
"Aww, why would I want to go see that piece of crap?" Scott grimaced.
"Because it's Ramona's birthday and what she should be allowed to watch what she wants to watch?" Wallace glared at him a bit around Ramona. Her face warped, her eyebrows furrowing. He'd forgotten it was her birthday?
"Uh…" Scott looked at Ramona confused. He really forgot it was her birthday? "Yeah?"
"You forgot it was my birthday!" Ramona huffed, slamming her hand down into her lap.
"Uh, No! Of course not!" he stuttered.
"You're a liar! I can't believe you Scott!" She stood up, hollering now.
"In my defense, how was I supposed to know?" He stood up as well. Wallace facepalmed.
A simple 'there was a lot going on, I forgot' he thought.
"How were you supposed to know?" She snarled. "Scott! We've been dating for almost three god damn years and that's what you ask me? How was I supposed to know?" She turned heading for the bedroom.
"Whoa, whoa, Ramona where are you going?" He followed her. Wallace pushed himself to his feet, following. This couldn't be good.
"I've had enough Scott!" She turned on him, her eyes filled with tears. "You come home every day and just play video games! You don't ask me how my day went, you don't hug or kiss me, you don't help around the house and you never remember anything important about me! The only time you remember is when I'm supposed to have sex with you!" She threw a hand towel at him.
"But," He was cut short as it hit him in the face. Ramona threw all of her stuff into a bag –a small one on her side. A purse. How the hell did it all fit in it?- and turned, making her way for the door. "But I love you!" Scott called after her.
"Do you Scott? Because if you loved me you would at least remember my birthday." And with her final parting words she slammed the door behind her, racing off. Scott stared at the spot she had been standing for a long while, his eyes wide. He couldn't believe that had just happened. Had it actually happened?
"Hey," Wallace whispered from the entrance to the living room. He felt like the cause of most of it. The cause of most of the pain that the boy was feeling. Looking back at Wallace, still confused, and lost, he felt his bottom lip quiver.
"Today…was her birthday?" Scott squeaked. Wallace frowned, biting his lip as he watched the boys eyes water up. "Ramona," He started crying. "I'm sorry Ramona." He dropped the hand towel. Walking over Wallace wrapped his arms around the now sobbing mess of a boy. He knew why Scott had forgotten it was Ramona's birthday. It was because of him. Because of his lost memory. Because of his threatened friendship. Because he was focused on something else. And it was because of him that Ramona was gone, and that his 'best friend' was in so much pain. But he knew one thing for certain…he was going to make it right again…somehow.