it's just weird || reese wilkerson x reader

2. reeses feelings

a/n: season 2 time jump!!!

we're on our way to reese's wrestling meet. wrestling is perfect for him, the one thing reese is good at is beating people up, i'm sure he's glad they made a sport out of it. the car ride is silent until lois asks what we've been learning in class.

"how a molecular bond affects solubility. boring stuff" malcolm sighs

"you guys are nerds, i can't believe you" reese rolls his eyes.

"don't forget we're all about to see you in a leotard reese. choose your words nicely." i snark. it's easy to argue with reese. i don't usually argue, i hate confrontation, but the wilkersons are like my brothers so its never anything more than small bickering.

"hey! i look great in my SINGLET, you'll see." he looks away angry

"ew" i accidentally let out. i think he forgets that im a girl sometimes.

we walk into the school and take our seats. this is the most boring thing i've ever watched. it's just a bunch of sweaty people rolling around on a mat with tight clothes on.

a man turns around "you're reese's parents?" he asks.

"why?" hal asks hesitantly.

"he's incredible. I was at the last meet, his match was a turning point. he inspired the whole team." i couldn't help but smile. even though we annoy each other, i still love him. i'm glad he loves something that's actually legal.

"where's reese? shouldn't he be warming up?" lois asks. then we see him walking torwards the mat. he gets ready until a girl walks over to him.

"they expect him to beat up a girl?" she asks. i can see him grin. of course he's excited about this. his smile disappears as soon as she throws him to the ground.

"i don't think i can watch" i say covering my eyes.

"yes. yes you can." malcolm moves my hand eyes still fixated on what's happening.

reese's body is contorted and this girl is beating his ass. i'm just not ready for the aftermath of this fight. reese's whol personality is being tough and stronger than everyone. he's going to go through an identity crisis.

finally the fight is over and reese looks devastated. the whole ride home is silent.

we get home and as soon as we walk into their bedroom the teasing starts.

"reese got beat by a girl" dewey is jumping up and down.

"dewey be nice, i'm sure he's embarrassed enough" i say.

the room stays quiet for a minute and then we all burst out laughing. except for reese of course. he runs to the bathroom and shuts the door. i feel guilty now. but cmon, it's reese. reese is mean to everyone. he can dish it out but he can't take it?

"i don't know if i feel bad or good?" malcolm says. it's understandable. this is a weird situation, reese who is always blocked off and mean gets humbled one time and now he's locking himself in the bathroom.

"someone should go in there." i tell them

"not me" dewey says looking scared.

"that's a bad idea. this is unmarked territory. he might kill someone" malcolm states. i can't tell if he's trying to be funny or not. i debate going in there myself, but i figure it's best to leave him alone. i'm sure he doesn't want anyone to bother him. so we head to the living room and watch tv. again. it's the only thing to do. lois and hal are in their room so malcolm takes advantage of bossing dewey around. without his parents or reese, he's the 'all powerful' as he would imagine. it's been 10 minutes and reese is still in the bathroom. against my better judgement i figure i should go in there.

"uh, i think im gonna go to the bathroom. he's been in there awhile, and i kind of have to pee." i didn't have to pee. i just didn't want malcolm to be weird about it. it's not like i have feelings for reese, we don't like each other. but that doesn't mean we don't love each other. he's family. i walk down the hall and hear sniffles from outside the door. i don't understand. are hal and lois oblivious? or do they just not care. i knock on the door and the sniffles stop.

"hey reese? can i come in?" after a few seconds of silence i decide to try again.

"hello?... reese?" the knob turns and the door opens. he's just standing there. he doesn't walk out. he just motions for me to come in. i guess he's open to talking?

"hey.." i say awkwardly. he just stands there with a look mixed with confusion, anger, and sadness. it's so hard to figure him out.

"listen.. that wasn't cool. i'm sorry for how i acted." i frown looking forwards the ground.

"don't apologize. i'm not a baby." his expression doesn't change. his words come out as a tough guy but i know he's hurt.

"cmon reese. i'm not gonna make fun of you for being upset, everyone has emotions. we shouldn't have laughed. i understand if you're angry. take it out on me. punch me. kick me. i don't ca-"

"i'm not gonna hurt you..." he interrupts me. this is a changed reese. he would usually have pushed me on the ground and walked right past me, but he's being vulnerable.

"why? i deserve it." i know it's dumb. years of him physically attacking us and now i feel bad for just laughing at him? i just know he never cries. so this is obviously something upsetting him, and we just kept pushing until he felt horrible enough.

"i'm a changed man... i don't hit people anymore." his anger and sadness and confusion turn to hope. i don't understand what's going on. i feel like he's setting me up just to hit me.

"what.." i look at him confused. this isn't reese.

"i need to make a change. i'm sick of beating up little kids. im a new reese."

"what.." is all i can muster out again. i just don't understand.

"wrestling made me feel good. i was apart of something. i was helping the school. and that's gone now... i have nothing." his hope turns to sadness again and he looks down. it's not just sadness though. its defeat.

"you have things reese." i try to prove a point just hoping he doesn't respond with 'like what?' cause i've got no response to that.

"like what?" he looks up, curious for what i'm gonna say. oh my god. i sit there for a few seconds trying to think of something. but i cant.

"exactly." he looks down again. i just brought him up to knock him back down.

"you're reese. you're... well. you're reese!" i try to make him understand himself as i do. but i don't think it's clicking.

"what is reese? other than picking a fight with everyone i see? what is reese?" he just looks horrible. i don't know what to do.

"i just wish you could see yourself like i see you." i feel so bad. until i see a small smile. it's obvious he's trying to hide it. dewey walks in the bathroom.

"uh i have to pee." he's doing the potty dance. he's so adorable.

"yeah. okay." reese says wiping the now dry tears from his face. he walks into his room and shuts the door. it's obvious he's done talking for the day, so i walk back to the living room and plop down next to malcolm.

"well, from what he just told me, he won't be killing anyone. he's a 'new reese'" i say without emotion. im still so confused.

"pfft yeah right." malcolm rolls his eyes.

"hey, stop acting like that." i nudge him giving him a look.

"like what? reese has been nothing but horrible to everyone his whole life. one small hit to his ego and now everyone has to feel bad for him?" i kind of understand malcolm, but this isn't a normal thing for reese. this is a first for him too.

"just don't be rude. he's obviously upset." malcolm rolls his eyes again after i say that.

i guess that made it awkward because it went silent for another 5 minutes until reese walked into the kitchen. he grabbed an apple and sat down next to me on the couch. well that made it more awkward. but i have faith in reese. i know he can change. i'm excited to see the new and improved bad boy.