Everyone at Scott's house had gone to sleep. Mark was having a strange dream, of all of his friends, his brother's, Scott and Ethan being all joined together in a giant mass of arms, legs, and heads, all fighting with each other over nothing. He couldn't seem to split apart from any of them, and they couldn't even move!
Mark slowly started to come awake, but tried to fight it. He rolled over onto his chest, hoping to get back to sleep. He flopped over, and was shocked to find he was on laying on top of someone. The person under here was panicked and started pushing on Mark.
"Ah, get off me... I can't breathe"
"Zack?" Mark asked sleepily. He lifted himself off of his little brother, and just hovered over him, "What are you doing in my bed?"
"Well, I couldn't sleep. I felt lonely..." Zack said quietly, "and I came to see if you were still awake... and... and... It made sense at the time!"
Max started to laugh, trying not to wake Max, who was asleep in the other bed. "Ok, fine... just try to get to sleep ok?" Mark gently lowered himself onto Zack, feeling their chests join. Mark lowered his head to the pillow, turning and facing Zack.
"Y-y-ya... ok..." Zack tentatively put his arms around Mark and started to drift off.
Mark put an arm around Zack and underneath both of them, kissing him on the forehead, "Good night Zack."