Hey everyone. I was looking through the Malcolm in the Middle archive and found NO multi-chaptered Wilkercest stories so I was like what the hell? Why not write my own? So I am. I apologize before hand because I may or may not get the characters right so bare with me please, but I will try my hardest. Please enjoy!
I don't own Malcolm in the Middle.
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Tired blue eyes snapped open with a groan and immediately shut. Not a second later, a pillow was hitting him in the face and a loud voice from outside was yelling at him to get up. Cracking his eyes open again, he glared at his older brother Reese who was smirking, pillow poised over his face sunlight shining over his features giving him an unearthly glow.
The blue-eyed boy grabbed the pillow behind his head and chucked it at Reese and laughed at the surprised sound that escaped his brothers mouth as he crashed onto his twin bed on the other side of the room.
" Malcolm! Reese! Hurry up now or your grounded you understand me! I don't need you missing the bus!" A female voice shouted from the kitchen.
Wincing, the boy named Malcolm ran a hand through his tousled dark brown hair and sighed. " Coming mom!"
Pushing past his brother that had recovered from the pillow attack and had also started getting dressed, Malcolm made his way toward his and his two brothers shared dresser and yawned, stretching.
Opening the drawer, he pulled out a short sleeved green shirt and a pair of jeans. Throwing them on quickly, Malcolm ran to the bathroom and began brushing his teeth and washing his face. While setting the cloth to the side, Malcolm took a glance in the mirror.
He pursed his lips a little.
Something was going to happen.
It was a gut feeling. Something was going to happen.
Good or bad he didn't know. Just that something was going to happen.
Shaking the feeling off, he ran out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where his dad, Hal, read the newspaper, his mother, Lois, was eating her share of waffles while keeping a watchful eye on everyone at the table, his younger brother Dewey was talking to another one of his imaginary friends while eating a waffle, and his older brother Reese was wolfing down his waffles like he hadn't eaten years.
Sighing, Malcolm pulled out his chair and sat down grabbing a plate and a couple waffles. Pouring some syrup and picking up a fork, Malcolm cut a piece and chewed thoughtfully.
But his musing was cut short by a slap to the back of the head that made him choke on his waffles for a second. Turning around, he raised a fist and swung hard at Reese's arm.
" Ow!" Reese shouted.
He reeled his arm back and was about to punch Malcolm back, but he was interrupted by their mother.
" Boys! Knock it off right now and get to your bus!" Lois shouted.
Reese narrowed his eyes. " This isn't over." he mouthed.
Walking over to his bag, he swung it over his shoulder and ran out the door Dewey following behind him. Malcolm stood up and grabbed his bag and ran out the door with his siblings not bothering to say goodbye to his parents.
Sighing again for the millionth time this morning, Malcolm raced to the bus stop and waited along with Reese and Dewey for the bus.
They stood in silence until it was broken by the rumble of the bus coming down their street. As the bus pulled in front of them, they stepped on and went their separate ways.
Reese to his friends in the back, Dewey to his friends in the middle, and Malcolm by his lonesome in the very front of the bus.
He would have friends had the Kreyblones not been scared of riding the public bus. To many germs...and bullies...and they just didn't like buses so Malcolm was all alone.
Yet in a way he didn't mind. Being alone meant he could gather his thoughts during the ride to his eight hour prison.
Focusing his bright blue eyes out the window he leaned on it and watched the blur of colors pass him by. He could barely make out what was actually on the outside world by how fast the bus was moving. Or maybe it was just him.
He bit his lip.
That feeling came back.
That feeling that something was going to happen or that he had forgotten something.
Going over in his head he figured out he didn't have any missing work, homework, or test. So something was going to happen.
What he didn't know.
Sighing he thought about it. Maybe he was in another stupid play. Or maybe he was going to become the most popular guy in school today. Or get invited to a party. Or get a girlfriend.
Malcolm laughed at the last one. He wouldn't ever get a girlfriend. No one seemed to get his sense of humor or sarcastic attitude which in turn put people off. So dating was out of the question.
Leaning back in his seat closing his eyes, he tried to put the feeling aside.
And yet he found he couldn't.
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Short I know, but this will get longer as it goes. Anyways please fav, follow and review. See you in the next chapter. Bye. :-)
