Admittedly, I only vaguely remember this episode of my life. I've tried to piece together the puzzle that is my shattered memory, but I doubt the filling I've put between key points is correct. Bear with me.

And the curtain rises...

The light in my window woke me up. The three of us lay in perfectly straight rows across the bed. It was a bed fit for the house: extravagant. It was a king that the previous owner of the house had personally gifted me (likely, she gave it to me because of the expense of moving it was too high). 

I'm really not sure how I ended up in the middle of the bed once again, but there I was. I guessed that sometime in the night Wallace had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and Zeke rolled over into Their spot. That, or Wallace had picked Zeke up and moved him, but I seriously doubt it. 

Zeke awoke right after me and found himself with similar confusion as mine. He drew his eyes towards Wallace, then gritted his teeth. An idea blossomed in his eyes. It blossomed into something that resembled one of those giant flowers that smelled of rotting meat.  

Zeke slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear and used the other hand to grab me by the neck. 

I had to attack that tentacle of a tongue once again. The weight pressing on my chest only got heavier as I heard the bedsheets shift as if Wallace was stirring from Their sleep. I pulled away from the kiss but he shoved his face in the same direction, keeping the connection. Zeke started making noise--as if I would go as far as to touch him. Imagining Wallace's crestfallen face made my blood run slow, causing me to shiver. 

It ended abruptly. 

"Now it's your guys's turn." Zeke whispered. 

I turned around. Both Wallace and I looked utterly shocked; the only difference in our facial expressions was Wallace's squinting like They were extremely hungover. 

"Come on. Do something for me for once." Zeke went on. He was physically pushing me into Wallace. 

I stared into W's squinty eyes. I'd like to describe them as 'lenses into a fog-filled ocean', but that would come off as cheesy. They were some blue-ass eyes. 

Zeke pushed me harder this time, making it look like I was leaning in for a kiss. Wallace glanced at my lips for a hard second, then leaned in towards them in response.

We were a centimeter away from touching. I could feel the heat radiating off of Their skin. All I could think was 'this would be a terrible time to give someone a static shock'. 

Wallace's lips were definitely the softest lips I had ever kissed. Granted, I had only kissed three people before then, but none whatsoever compared. Wallace had some big lips, first of all. Those lips were pretty. They drew attention to themselves. I had caught myself wanting to kiss them before any of this had happened. In doing so, I considered it completely worth it. 

The two of them left shortly after that debacle. I was left confused by Zeke's intentions, but I tried not to let them get to me. What I'd rather think of was Wallace kissing me some more. I wanted Them to plant kisses all over my face, it didn't matter where. 

Someday soon, I hoped.