Why Do You Care About Me? - A Reese Wilkerson Fanfiction

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Reese:

"I'm trying to be the best me I can be." I told Malcolm. Me him, Stevie and Dewey were lost in the sewer. Me and him were rarely that honest and vulnerable with each other.  "But, I don't know what to say to girls so I just say something mean. Because I'm afraid of getting hurt, so I hurt them first." It hurt me how true that was. It was pathetic.

"I think my problem is, I get so frustrated over the things I can't control. I forget that they're people with their own will and their own needs." Malcolm being his usual control freak self, yet he always said mom was one.

"I play... mind games... It's all... I have." Stevie panted. I kinda felt bad for the kid.

"Why is there never a flash flood when you need one?" Dewey complained. He wasn't too happy that we got him lost, but I guess if we die, it was always meant to be.

"You know, I really want a girlfriend." I told Malcolm and Stevie. "I really want someone to hang out with, that's what I really want."

"Yeah. Someone you can talk to." Malcolm agreed. The truth was we were all pitiful losers with no bitches.

"Someone... to hug. Stevie crooned.

"Someone to show my poetry to." I confessed. I'd never told anyone about it before.

"You write... poetry?" Stevie was shocked.

"I dabble." I smirked.

What do you guys think about Brenda Pollock?" Malcolm asked.

"She's really nice, I think she'd be good for you." I supported.

"You'd make... a cute couple."

"I thought so too." He grinned.

"Hey, I know this sounds weird, but can I read you something I wrote?" I was finally going to do it.

"We'd love it." Malcolm said happily.

I gladly reached into my pocket. I finally had someone to share my poetry with. As I lifted my arm up, it felt a bit heavy. A green snake was wrapped around my wrist. 

I started screaming, and so did Malcolm, then Stevie. Our screams echoed loudly through the sewer as we started running, Stevie being wheeled dangerously by Malcolm, water splashing everywhere around us.

"Hey." I said. We somehow found our way out. Thank God.

"What happened? Did you read them your poetry?" A voice laughed from behind me. I spun around in horror. Three really pretty girls were laughing straight to my face. 

How had they heard what we were talking about??

It took me a hot minute to realise that the acoustics in there must be huge and they heard us all the way here. I guess people were right when they called me fucking stupid.

I'm vulnerable and open up for once, and I end up getting made fun of. Thats how it goes every time.

"You guys couldn't even do this right." Dewey came out of the sewer holding the snake. That bitch.