Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters taken from the TV show Malcolm in the Middle. I only own my original characters and the storyline

Author's note: This is my first fan fiction so please review it in order for me to improve in the future :)

In terms of age Malcolm - 14
Reese - 15
Dewey-8

LOIS'S POV

'That poor girl.' I sighed in the passenger side of our worn out van.

'At least now we'll finally have another girl in our family.' my husband Hal said glancing over at me from the driver's side.

'God Hal, keep your eyes on the road! The last thing our kids need is to have their parents die in a car crash!'

We pulled into the driveway and headed inside. I could hear shouts and marched into the living room, only to find my sons fighting again.

MALCOLM'S POV

'MALCOLM! REESE! DEWEY!' I froze. Mom was home. I guess I'd have to deal with her later.

'Give it Reese!' I shouted, pulling my older brothers hair.

'Make me monkey face!' he retorted, digging his fists into my sides.

'But I want it!' whined Dewey, who was kicking us.

'I CAN'T LEAVE YOU THREE ALONE FOR AN HOUR WITHOUT YOU TEARING UP THE HOUSE! CAN I?' Mom bellowed as she stormed over to us.

'It's not my fault! Reese has been hogging the TV remote for ages and I want to watch my show.' I told her.

'Well Malcolm broke the family vase!'

'Did not!'

'He did too! I saw him.'

'Shut up Dewey! No one was talking to you.'

'ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU BOYS! I'LL BE GLAD WHEN THAT GIRL MOVES IN!' Mom yelled, her face beginning to turn red.

'Wait, what girl?' we asked in unison.

Mom stopped in her tracks and exchanged looks with our father. 'Now boys, we need to tell you something important. Please sit down.' Dad's calm voice contrasted Mom perfectly. The three of us sat down on the old red sofa, which creaked under our weight, and looked at him with questioning eyes. 'Well, recently one of my best friends died with his wife in a car crash.' He began.

'We know dad, we went to the funeral.' I reminded him.

'Yes, well it turns out that he had a daughter about the same age as Malcolm and now she needs a place to live. So we suggested our place.'

'What? But doesn't she have any other relatives?' Dewey piped up.

'Both her father and mother were only children and I happen to be her Godfather so-'

'Fine, just as long as she doesn't hold up the bathroom,' Reese shrugged.

'You kids better be nice to her or so help me-,' Mom gave us a warning glare, 'Now go to your room. Your father and I need to talk.'

'But that's not fair!' Reese wailed.

'DO IT!' she ordered.

'Yes ma'am' he nodded quickly.

REESE'S POV

A girl huh? I thought while lying on my bed that evening. I wonder if she's hot. After all, we won't be blood related or anything. I rolled over. Dewey was busy playing on his Nintendo DS while Malcolm was reading some lame book. Wait a minute, I want that Nintendo DS! 'Hey Dewey!' I called to him.

'Yes Reese?' he asked. I could hear him flinching from his voice.

'Give me that!' I got up and went over to him, being as intimidating as could.

'No way! I'm using it.'

'Well now I want it. So give it here!' I demanded, curling up my fist. Suddenly I felt a blinding pain and fell to the floor in agony. It took me a second to realise that the little pipsqueak had punched me in the crotch. 'You son of a -,'

BELLA'S POV

That night I lay awake wondering what my father's friend's family were like. I imagined the perfect family; a happy and smiling mother who fussed over her children, a fun loving father who went to watch his kids in school plays and sporting tryouts. I'd heard that they has 3 sons so I saw them as brothers who were like best friends. Just like what you see on TV or in those children's picture books. I sighed and hope they'd accept me...