Reese vs. Stevie

I was walking home from school (my senior year! :D) and I was telling him all about how I'd been living with Danny for the last 3 months.

"I can't believe you're living at that kid's house," Reese said as we started up the driveway.

"I know, right? Danny and his mom are awesome, but I can't wait until..." I trailed off once we got inside. We had made a rule that we can't talk about the engagement in the Wilkerson's house or in a 50-foot radius around it.

"Oh crap," Reese grumbled, eyeing Abe backing out of the driveway. "Stevie's here."

"Ooh, cool," I said, grinning but Reese just glared at me.

"No, not cool. I hate Stevie." I stopped him before we went down the hall to his room.

"What? why? Since when?"

"Never mind," he grumbled and we walked into his room, with Malcolm and Stevie doing homework or something and Reese grabbed all of Stevie's stuff and flung it on to the floor. "My desk!"

"Reese, what's your problem?" Malcolm moaned, standing up as I flopped down on the bed. Malcolm glanced over at me. "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Too tired," I replied. "And it's not my problem."

"Your boyfriend. Your problem," Malcolm snapped and I rolled my eyes, and then Malcolm turned back to Reese.

"He's my problem. I get to come home to my own room and put my own stuff on my own desk," Reese explained and turned to face Stevie. "There's such a thing as manners, Stevie. When you're a guest in someone's house-" Stevie squirted Reese in the eyes with his inhaler and he yelled and raised his fist, but hesitated.

"Real classy, Reese. Go ahead, hit him," Malcolm sneered.

"It's not fair! He's hit me plenty of times. He makes fun of me, he treats me like crap, and just because he's in that chair he gets away with it!" Reese cried and I sighed. Now I get it.

"I blame...society," Stevie replied, smirking and Reese backed away from him, glaring over at the wall.

"I'm sorry, Stevie," he grumbled.

"Good," Malcolm said,

"Malcolm, get your dirty socks off this table or I'll feed them to you for dinner!" Lois snapped from the kitchen.

"Like I'd taste a difference," Malcolm murmured and left the room.

"Oh, hey, you guys got Chex Mix, right? Be right back," I said and followed Malcolm into the kitchen, where he was grouchily snatching up his socks from the kitchen table while Lois was doing the dishes with Jamie.

"Hi, Lois," I said, grabbing a bag of Cheddar Chex-Mix.

"Hi, Maria," she said, smiling at me and then went back to talking to Jamie. Ohkaaayyy...? I wondered, but just shrugged and went back into the room after Malcolm where Reese was smirking evilly at Stevie from his bed.

"Oh God. What happened?" I asked and Malcolm glanced up at me, curiously, but I just shook my head. "Never mind. I don't wanna know."

*LATER*

It was the next day at school and I was walking through the hall when Scottie Riselli smacked my butt and grinned at me like a perv when I turned to glare at him.

"What the hell was that?" Reese asked and I turned around. Just the sight of my boyfriend made Scottie tremble.

"Reese! Uhh...it was nothing!"

*LATER*

"Hi, guys," Reese said as he and I walked through the living room after school.

"Hey, Reese, how'd it go with the principal?" Malcolm asked and Reese turned around, grinning and held up his bloody fists.

"Fantastic. I love when they get old and they start just phoning it in. He's actually willing to believe this is from obsessive hand-washing!"

"Yeah!" I squealed. "He beat the shit out of Scottie Riselli for me today!" I hugged him, tightly. "Isn't he the best boyfriend ever?"

*LATER*

It was the next day (again), after school (again) and I was sitting in the counselor's office.

"Now, Maria, I know that you and your mother don't always get along, but she's really worried about you," Mrs. Livee explained. "I understand that you've cut off contact with your mother and the rest of your family?"

"Well, with my mom, yeah," I started, nervously. "She's a bitch and I hate her." I tried not to snicker at the look of shock on Mrs. Livee's face. "And my dad split on us about five years ago, so of course I'm not in touch with him, and Ben moved out over the summer when he graduated."

"And your little brother...Graham?"

"Well, no...I haven't really talked to him. Because then I would have to talk to my hellish mother."

"Why is that so bad?" Mrs. Livee asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Can I just go now? I don't need therapy-I'm not some fucking crazy person."

"Okay, okay, let's get to the point. Your mom is really worried about you-"

"You said that already," I cut her off.

"I know. As I was saying, your mom is really worried about you since you cut off all contact with her and would really like to know where you've been staying. Since you show up to school everyday and are accounted for, we can't exactly count you as missing..."

"Because I'm not missing!" I snapped, standing up. "And I have places to be, so can I just go?" I started for the door.

"The Wilkerson's?" Mrs. Livee guessed and I turned around to glare at her.

"Maybe. So?"

"Well, I understand that you're dating Reese Wilkerson...another thing that your mom is concerned about-"

"Goodbye," I said and left.

God, what a fucking joke, I thought, angrily as I stomped to the Wilkerson's. I can't believe my mom did that-actually I fucking can. God, I hate my life. I threw open the front door and saw Dewey chewing five packs worth of gum.

"Hey, Dewey. Where's Reese?" I asked.

"Garage," he choked out and I walked out to the garage. I saw Malcolm and Abe standing outside it, looking horrified. I looked inside and saw Stevie (in some kind of robotic thing that could make him walk?) beating the shit out of Reese.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed and rushed up to them. "Stevie, stop it!" I grabbed his arm on the backswing and Stevie turned around to look at me.

"STEVIE, KNOCK IT OFF, YOU ASSHOLE!" I shrieked and pulled Stevie off of Reese, and then knelt down next to my boyfriend. "Oh My God, baby, are you okay?"

*LATER*

I was sitting at the Wilkerson's kitchen table with Malcolm after he finished changing Reese's bedpan.

"I can't believe Stevie did that," I grumbled. "Dickface."

"I can't believe you didn't notice," Malcolm said, smirking and I glared at him.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You do know that you were no match for Stevie today? He could have kept hitting Reese with that machine...he only stopped because you told him to," Malcolm explained.

"Why?" I asked, dumbly.

"Duh. Because he like, loves you."

~you make me fall in love all over again everytime.~