Who cares? (A Reese Wilkerson FanFiction)

Chapter 10 Krelboyne Girl

A/N: Haha see... I told you it would fall into the next chapter almost PERFECTLY! Let's get into it!

I was reading one of Malcolm's comic books, while Lois was putting away laundry in the boys' room. Lois was towards the end of the pile of clothing when Malcolm himself walked into his bedroom.

"Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, noticing his mother with a handful of underwear.

"For crying out loud, Malcolm," she turned to face her son, "why am I paying for underpants that you're not wearing?"

"Mom..." Malcolm begged for his mom to stop talking. I started to silently giggle, overhearing the conversation.

"Why are you not wearing your underpants?" Lois shouted, shaking the fistfuls of underwear in her hands.

Malcolm, his face covered with horror, began, "I want to wear boxers!"

"Oh really?" Lois humored him. "Well, you may think you suddenly need all the extra room, but let me tell you, my dear, you are getting way ahead of yourself," Lois explained, before walking out of the room with her laundry basket in hand. When she was finally gone, I let out the laughter I was holding in.

"Shut up!" Malcolm yelled at me, but I continued to laugh.

"I'm sorry that was just too funny! Your mom really just went there!" I exclaimed. Malcolm's face was turning red.

"She doesn't even know what she's talking about," Malcolm pouted and sat on his bed.

"I'm pretty sure she does," I giggled.

"Toni, be quiet. Let's just go to school already," he sighed, grabbing his backpack and heading towards the door. I put his comic book back on his desk and followed him.

At school, rumors were going around about a new girl. Allegedly, she was a krelboyne. I hadn't seen her yet, but at lunchtime, Malcolm told me that she seemed a little off.

"She made up this whole story about how her brother died in a boating accident and then went 'just kidding'," he giggled and snorted, I'm assuming impersonating her.

"So her brother isn't dead?" I asked.

"No, apparently she doesn't even have a brother!" Malcolm responded with an unsure tone.

"What do you mean?" I started to laugh as I ate my bland school pizza.

"I mean, that when she said 'just kidding' I said that I was glad her brother was okay, and she was like 'I don't have a brother'." Malcolm explained, his eyebrows going in opposite directions as he harshly shrugged his shoulders.

"And this girl's name is...?"

"Cynthia," Malcolm rolled his eyes.

"So when can I meet her?" I asked jokingly.

"Haha, you wouldn't want to."

"Oh, come on! I'm sure she's not that bad."

The next day, after school, I walked home with just Reese and Dewey. Malcolm had to stay after school to finish up something for his lab in class. I told him I would wait, but he told me to go on ahead.