it's just weird || reese wilkerson x reader

1. the beginning

a/n: i know the wilkersons moved while lois was pregnant with malcolm, but for the sake of the story they moved after they had francis.

i've known the wilkerson as long as i've been alive. my first memory with them was sitting in the wilkerson living room after dinner. i think i was about 3, me, malcolm, francis, and reese were watching back to the future. it's now a favorite of mine, although when i was younger i would have nightmares about doc, a crazy old guy is bound to scare me in my dreams. francis was sitting on the couch with me and malcolm, he was forcing reese to get him a soda.

our parents were talking in the kitchen until they heard reese crying, he told his parents that francis called him dumb, they didn't give him the time of day. a quick "francis be nice to your brother" sufficed lois to continue with her conversation.

reese dragged his feet to the fridge to get francis' soda. he came back with a sad look on his face.

"idiot" francis laughed. reese pushed malcolm on the floor to make room for himself on the couch, now malcolm was sitting on the floor.

"mom reese pushed me" malcolm cried.

lois stomped over to us with her finger in the boys faces, "you boys better behave. i don't want to hear one more whine out of you. we have company over and you will not keep acting out or so help me i will lock you in your rooms for the rest of your lives." they all nod with a scared look on their faces. her frown turns to a smile as she gives me a kiss on the forehead and walks back to the kitchen.

the last thing i remember is waking up in my comfy bed with no annoying boys.

8 years later and nothing has changed, except for my new brother charlie who's the same age as their new son dewey, also francis was sent to military school. i'm sitting in class thinking about the movie i'm gonna with the boys this weekend. we all saved our money to watch the new spy kids in theatre. i snap out of it when i hear my teacher tell us to bring our paintings to the front when they're done. malcolm turns around to face me.

"hey are you almost done?" hey looks down at my painting and whinces.

"okay, it's not that bad" i look down and realize i forgot what i was painting. and i can't even see what my original idea was. "well... maybe i just need to touch some things up."

he turns back and i hear a blonde girl next to him compliment his painting, he stands up to turn it in. she obviously has a crush on him but he's too dumb to realize. the teacher praises his work and i can hear a grunt from behind me, its spath. he quickly puts a cup of red paint in malcolm's seat, i roll my eyes.

"malcolm" he turns to me and i put my arm in his seat before he sits down, he realizes what im doing, but he looks at me wide eyed.

"uh, you might want to go to the bathroom" he says, i notice more eyes on me as the teacher tells me to wash the paint out of my hair. i turn around and give spark a dirty look before walking out with malcolm.

he gets called down to the office, i ask him about the blonde girl and he just shrugs, idiot. as we turn the corner i run into someone. it's reese. of course. i fall back and malcolm lifts me up by my arms. reese does his giggle that he always does.

"what happened to you" he continues laughing.

"spath being an idiot" malcolm says.

"what are you even doing, aren't you supposed to be in class?" i asked him

"i got bored in math, so i took a stroll" he smiled innocently.

"your math class was 2 periods ago" malcolm states.