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Wallace stirred when Hartley slid out of bed. Maybe he just had to go to the bathroom. He rolled over, hoping that when Hartley came back to bed he'd spoon him. And yet, when Hartley came back he whispered something about Lisa needing him, and then he was gone. "But..." Wallace's voice trailed off. This wasn't standard protocol after an argument.

Whenever any couple he'd known had made up after a fight, they'd stuck together, and they didn't just...separate. When Billy and Teddy got snippy with one another, they'd bicker, then come back together and nothing would keep them separate. And here he was, being left alone in bed. He supposed if he'd been upset though, Teddy might leave Billy to help him. Maybe Lisa was really upset because she'd found out about Chris. Or maybe it was just that rough time of the month.

It still sucked though, and it turned into a little painful stab in his side. Wrapping his arms around himself, he gave himself a hug. He felt something warm burrowing against his stomach, and he reached down to pet Louis. At least he hadn't been left alone entirely. He inhaled deep, the swell of his stomach pressing against the warm little body. Scooping her up, he brought her closer to his face, resting her against his chest. The sound of heartbeats were comforting, and without Hartley's there, he wasn't sure he would be able to go back to sleep. But after a fitful half hour of feeling awkward and somewhat lonely, he managed to drift off into the world of dreams.

At 6 am, Hartley slipped back into bed behind Wallace, eager and happy hands encircling him. It would be later in the day that the story would break in the newspaper....

Massive Convenience Store Crime Spree hits Midvale and Nearby Towns

by Iris Allen, special correspondent

Late last night, every single convenience store and gas station market within a 20 mile radius were hit by a crime spree that spread from Midvale to neighboring towns.

In each store, money and goods were left untouched. The bakery section in each store, however, was completely ravished. Witnesses said that the perpetrators appeared to be concentrated on 'Hostess™' brand products in their spree.

Archie Andrews, owner of the 8th Street 7-Eleven, described the perpetrators as 'two boys with metahuman abilities.' One of them weilded a gun that shot condensed cold. The other threatened him with a rubber chicken that the perp claimed was wired to explode if Andrews tried to call the police.

News on the crime spree is still breaking, but it appears that there were at least three separate gangs engaging in separate attacks on convenience store baked goods. Other store workers reported a gang of two boys with 'mirror powers and scary boomerangs,' and another locale reported 'a girl with deadly ice-skates and a boy with music-based powers.'

As a result of this spree, there are no Hostess™ products left in the town of Midvale. Hostess™ Corporation representatives released the following statement:

'Hostess™ is grieved to, once again, be at the center of a crime wave. We hereby pledge to double production in our factory to ensure that our products get into the hands of our valued customers as soon as possible.'

Hostess™ products were a part of repelling the great Martian Invasion of 2009.

Police have set up a special hotline for anyone with information about the perpetrators. Please do not call the hotline to comment on the lack of Hostess™ products in your area.

Wallace awoke to Hartley settling into bed, looked at him sleepily, then flopped over onto him. Hartley could deal with the awkward position. He really didn't care. Hartley had abandoned him when he had wanted to be spooned. Now he would take him as he was, or not take him at all. Louis seemed to share Wallace's sentiment, and she curled up in the curve of his neck, as if to say, "HA PIPER. NO PUTTING YOUR FACE HERE FOR NUZZLES. THIS IS MY NUZZLIN' SPOT."

Which it totally was. Wallace might even get her name tattoo'd there. (omg he totally wouldn't ever so tacky)

He slept contentedly until ten in the morning, waking to the sound of a paper a newspaper hitting against Piper's door. After using the bathroom, he got the paper and opened it to read the headline. He rubbed at his eyes, then proceeded to read the article.

Musical Boy?
Robbing places?

Narrowing his eyes, he looked over at Hartley. He had dared to leave an intimate situation in order to thieve snack cakes? Wallace rolled up the paper and headed over to the bed. Yanking back the covers, he thwacked Hartley soundly on the bottom. "You better have a Twinkie for me b***h!"

"Yeah. You're in it. I don't know if I should be proud or disappointed. It wasn't hard to pick you out. You can't get caught. I'd miss you." Wallace tossed the paper over to Hartley, then went to look at his desk. He tore open a package, pulled out a pastry, and bit into it. "We would be able to have one of those dramatic good bye kisses though."

"I'm keeping the rat then. She's an awesome boyfriend." Wallace flopped back down on the bed, setting his head on Hartley's stomach. "How low can you hear? Like, me whispering?"

"Well..if I whisper the answers really quietly to the exam, maybe you could hear them? I've actually been studying instead of stealing snack cakes in the middle of the night." Wallace smirked, waving to Louie as he took her away from him. "I'll steal you back darling," he whispered to her.

"So what does Teddy say?"

"It's a perfectly safe way to do it. We don't have the legit answers. Just what I studied from. Mess up a few of your answers so our tests aren't the exact same. It saves us from being shot at, and I'm pretty sure it earns me incredible future make outs." Wallace smirked, then idly scratched his stomach. "Maybe a 'best boyfriend ever' trophy if Billy doesn't get one for Teddy first."