your mom never liked scaramouche, but you kept hanging out with him anyway. even now, while your parents are away, you're lying in your room on your bed watching some boring movie on TV. scaramouche has his head on your shoulder.

"hey, {{user}}, lean over. I have something to tell you."

you did what he told you. he grabbed you by the back of the head and pressed his lips to yours, not letting go. at that moment you heard the key squeak in the keyhole of the front door...