Malcolm in the Middle Imagines

Study Session- Reese-

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I walk into my boyfriend, Reese's, messy room and remove clutter from an old wooden chair. Pulling my backpack off my back, I look back at Reese who was staring blankly at the ceiling.

''Reese, come on we have to study, you're failing and, frankly, so am I. I know you don't want to but if we don't- what are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," He says struggling to loosen his belt.

I run over frantically making sure he doesn't do anything else, then drag over him to my seat.

"Lyndsayyyyyy," he whines like a child.

I grab his backpack, tossing it to him as he takes off his shoes. I take a seat next to him, and he lays his sweaty feet on me, and he knows I don't like that. I squeamishly remove his feet from my lap, then take out his study guide from his backpack only to find it all crumbled with ketchup stains on it. I give him a "really?" look and pull out mine instead.

Five minutes later he gets distracted by a fly landing on his hair. Once I took care of that problem, we resumed. I try and understand as much as I could, but it was getting difficult, especially with Reese not studying. He just flicks pencils at the ceiling as I work.

"OK, that's it!" I walk over to one of his drawers pulling out duck tape.

I wrap it around his arms, struggling, but manage.

"I always imagined this moment, but not for this reason," He says too cheeky

I roll my eyes and finish the duck tape. Plopping back down in my seat I stare in his deep green eyes as he smirks.

"Ok, now let me help you and we will probably be done in 30 minutes tops." he complied and listens.

''I still don't understand this is too hard."

''See it's cubed because you multiply it by itself three times, got it?" he nods.

After about 25 minutes of studying some more, I release him from the tapes grasp.

"OW. That's my arm hair," he complains.

(Time Skip)

I hold my breath nervous about today's test. I look at Reese, but he's in his own world. I don't remember anything once our teacher handout the papers. I take a deep breath and when I look back again at Reese he gives me a reassuring look.

10 minutes have passed, I am done waiting for the teacher to pass our tests back. Once he finishes I get mine back, a C-. Crap. I Look over to Reese thinking we had the same grade, but surprisingly he got a B-.

"Looks like I'll have to help you next time," he says.