Who cares? (A Reese Wilkerson FanFiction)

Chapter 2 Red Dress

Lois was cleaning the floors in the kitchen, while Reese and Malcolm were tying Dewey to the door.

"You're gonna get caught," I exclaimed.

"No, we aren't," Malcolm argued.

"Yeah, this is the perfect plan. Mom is too dumb to figure this out," Reese agreed.

"Okay," I teased sitting down on Malcolm's bed and continuing to read my book for English.

About a minute had gone by and Dewey was firmly hanging from the door. Lois had just finished cleaning the kitchen floor and was making her way down the hall. Malcolm and Reese opened the door quickly and quietly when they realized she was coming. She looked inside the room and what she saw gave her an automatic "red flag" feeling.

"What are you all up to?" she asked, impatiently.

"Nothing," Reese said looking up from the textbook he had in his hands. Lois then began to walk around the room to search for evidence.

"Seriously, mom. We aren't doing anything wrong. We are just doing our homework," Malcolm explained.

"Oh yeah. What do you have... in here?" Lois pulled open the dresser door next to Reese's leg. There was nothing in there but clothes. She walked over to the closed window curtains. "I swear, if you, boys, broke another window-," again she was faced with a perfectly intact window.

"Are you done? You want to frisk me?" Reese sassed at his mother. She still didn't believe them, but then she noticed me. Oh, man.

"Antonia, what are they up to?" she asked me.

"Nothing that I know about," I lied. She bought it only because it was a simple "I'm not involved" type of answer. If I would have said anything else, she would have taken this to court.

"Okay," she glared at all of us, "consider yourselves lucky this time." Lois walked out the door and slowly closed it, revealing to us a quiet, tied-up Dewey. She swiftly opened the door once more, before finally giving up.

"That was close," Dewey whispered.

"Yeah," I agreed.

My little siblings, Kyle and Stanley, were outside playing basketball with me. It was about 11:00 am in the morning and we had just finished our chores.

As we passed the ball around, my eyes started to shift over to the Wilkerson's house. In the side window, I saw Hal smoking and reading the newspaper. He put his cigarette down by his side and that's when I saw him starting to jump up and down. He looked to be panicking.

Suddenly, he picked up the object that was on fire. A piece of red fabric. He hurriedly ran off somewhere in the house with the inflamed item and disappeared.

I shrugged it off and continued playing with my siblings.

"Pass the ball, Kyle! It's my turn!" Stanley whined.

"No, try to get it from me!" Kyle teased our younger brother. While Kyle was distracted, I swiftly ran towards him and took the ball, scoring a point for Stanley and myself. Stanley jumped up and down, excitedly and I gave him a double high five. Kyle groaned and marked a point down on the driveway with chalk. The score was now eight to seven. We were winning. Kyle was getting mad and anyone could see that.

We set up again and this time I was starting. I dribbled the ball a couple time, finally psyching my brother out and passing him by. And just as I was ready to jump up and shot the ball in the basket, a hand reach up and smacked it back into my face. I fell to the ground, holding my nose.