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

10

"Georgia!" A voice came from my  slightly open window. My heart skipped a beat. I'd only come back from school about 10 minutes ago. 

 I was sitting on my bed, playing my electric guitar. I'd gotten it two years ago for Christmas, the only thing I'd gotten,  and it was one of my most prized possessions. It wasn't plugged in, and I'd been quietly singing All The Small Things by Blink 182 as I played along. My head jolted to the window. Reese's face was pressed against the glass and he was looking in and smiling like a complete creep. I gently propped my guitar up and walked over to the window. 

I'd expected this to just be another depressing day. And I still expected me and Reese to never hang out again. It just seemed too good to be true. 

"You're a good singer." He grinned as I opened the window more.

"You fucking peedo." I laughed angrily. I couldn't even be mad at him. He pouted, kinda offended, kinda joking.

"Wanna go to the movies?"

"For what?"

"I... don't know yet."

"Yeah." I shrugged. It wasn't like I had anything better to do. And I had finally found someone who wanted to hang out with me. "Come in." 

"Through the window?"

"If you want..? I meant through the front door though."

"Nah, I'll just come through the window." And he started shoving his leg through my window. And, obviously, he managed to get stuck.

"You're such an idiot." I scoffed, putting my hands on my hips, as he struggled between the window and the wall.

"Help me get out you idiot!" He screamed.

After at least 5 minutes of his squirming, he finally got out. 

"You make everything so much harder than it has to be." I sighed. 

"Sorry." I went to get my shoes and we left out the front door. Outside it was the nicest, warmest day ever that made me feel happy to be alive. 

"You brought any money?" I realised as we approached the cinema.

"Shit, no."

"Me neither. We'll have to go do something else."

"Noo, it's okay, I've got an idea." He smiled gleefully. What good idea could this idiot possibly have?

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"Reese. You're fucking crazy if you think we'll get away with this."

"We will." We were crouching in the dark alley behind the cinema, amongst bins and rubbish bags.

"We're gonna get caught. And put in jail. My mom doesn't have enough money to bail me out!"

"If we get caught, I promise I will pay out of my own money to bail you out."

"Aw, you'd do that for me?" I laughed.

"If I actually had any money, I'd think about it." He sneered. 

"My legs really fucking hurt already." I muttered.

"Shut up, shut up!" He hushed.

The door opened and a guy with carrying about 5 bin bags walked out. He was facing away from us, and he walked towards the bins. Reese grabbed my hand and we slipped in through the door as quickly and quietly as we could. We were in the dim main corridor of the cinema.

"Holy shit. I didn't think this would actually work!"

"I know." We heard the guy with the bins finishing up so we slipped into the nearest cinema room. The sign I noticed said they were currently playing Mean Girls. Sounded terrible to be honest.

As soon as we walked in, this horrific girl with black hair, a white wedding dress, and huge, bloody teeth appeared on screen. I jumped up and gripped Reese's arm.

"Looks like I'm going to enjoy this movie." Reese smirked.

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"That was the worst movie I'd ever seen." He said when we left the cinema, through the back door just in case the cashier noticed that she hadn't seen us earlier.

"No, it wasn't!"

"Of course you liked it."

"Uhmmm, what's that meant to mean??"

"Cause you're a girl..." 

"Oh! That's a bit misogynistic, don't you think?" I laughed, shocked. I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not

"I'm just kidding!" He made sure I knew. He wasn't really as insensitive and horrible as he appeared on the surface.

"Damn right you are." I playfully kicked his bum from next to him, and he tried to do the same to me. Emma went feral when I did that to her once.

We were back on the street now, met by a vibrant sunset.

"Y'know, you're actually... like really cool." He looked down at his feet.

"Seriously?" I giggled. He nodded. "Well, so are you, you know."

Me and Reese started hanging out after school nearly everyday after that.