Sorry I haven't update in AGES. My computer went and got itself a virus so it hasn't been working for what's felt like forever…but now it finally is and I can carry on with this fanfic. I just need to say thank you soo much to khfan, Vanessa Hillstead, Wildcat327, Dramagrl and Ausha Black for reviewing. I hope this second chapter is as good as the last…or hopefully better. : )

I want to say thank you to Vanessa Hillstead- good title- I'll use it if it's alright with you.

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Chapter Two:

Malcolm's P.O.V:

My life is officially over. I have found out who Eve has a crush on…and it isn't me. It's like, the worse possible person!

I guess I'd better start from the beginning.

I was sitting, eating lunch with the Kreylboynes. No change there. I noticed Eve starting to walk over to me. My heart started beating really quickly and my palms were sweating. Don't you just hate that! I didn't want her to see me all nervous and embarrassed so I tried to look cool and calm, as though nothing bothers me. I leant back on my chair, going for the whole casually lounging look. It was just my luck that I had to lean a little too far back and tumble right off my chair. Next thing I know, there I am on the floor, looking up at Eve who is standing above me, obviously trying not to laugh.

I just knew that my face was going red. I could actually feel it burning up. It's just my luck that I had to make a total fool of myself in front of her.

"Here," she said, giving me a hand up, "Your Malcolm, right?"

"Yeah, that's me," I said giving her a small smile, thinking, 'Yay, she actually knows my name…and to think she was calling me Matthew yesterday.'

"Phew…it would have been embarrassing if I had got your name wrong," she said smiling. She has the sweetest smile.

I laughed…well…it was supposed to be a laugh, I'm not entirely sure if it sounded like one.

"So… Malcolm, I wanted to talk to you," she said.

I can not tell you how much I had my hopes up at this point, I really thought she was going to tell me that she likes me as much as I like her.

"Okay, What about?" I said, my voice wavering ever so slightly.

"It's about your brother…Reese…I think he's really cute. Everyone says he's, like, a bully and that but I think he's just misunderstood. I don't really like to judge people on what other people say about them, I like to find out for myself. And he looks so lonely. I was wondering if you could possibly get me talking to him. I feel way too shy to just go over there and start talking to him myself," she said all this really fast, whilst all the time looking over at Reese who was squirting the water fountain and laughing at it…odd…I know. She said it all so fast I wasn't sure whether I had heard right.

Reese! My brother? The same guy who had tried to attack her with a paint bomb the other day!

I was so, so, so shocked. I just stood there, looking at her…gormless. For the first time in my life I was actually lost for words...

It had taken Lois the whole afternoon to actually find Reese. He could just sense that his mum was in a bad mood with him although he wasn't entirely sure what for. He had spent most of the afternoon, walking the streets, but he knew he eventually had to come home and face her. As soon as he walked through the door his mum's glowering face greeted him.

"Reese, guess what I found in your pocket this morning?" Lois said, her teeth gritted.

Reese looked at his mum. His whole face clouded over with genuine confusion as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong this time.

Stinkbombs…no…he'd left them in a box under his bed.

Perhaps it was his latest forged letter. He didn't think so…that was in his school bag not his pocket.

"REESE, answer me!" Lois's angry voice broke through his thoughts.

"I…I don't know," Reese said, still desperately trying to think. There was too many things. He didn't know which one she was on about right now- it could be anything. He couldn't really remember what he had left in his pocket. All he knew was that his mum was about to start yelling at him, for one thing or another.

"Well, it was THIS Reese," Lois thrust the packet of cigarettes in his face.

Reece looked at the cigarettes in surprise for a couple of seconds, blinking rapidly. Then he came to a realisation and all he could think was, 'Must get Dewey!"

"But mum!" Reese whined, "There are so not mine! Dewey put them in my pocket, I swear!"

"DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT A SIX- YEAR OLD WOULD BE GOING AROUND WITH CIGARETTES," Lois grabbed Reese by the scruff of the neck as she dragged him to his room, "YOU ARE GROUNDED FOR A MONTH, NO TELEVISION AND YOUR ON TOILET- CLEANING DUTIES!"

Reese groaned and rolled his eyes at his mum, "That is SO unfair! I didn't even do anything this time!"

Lois wasn't listening. She was too busy yelling until she practically turned blue, "AND IF I EVER HAVE ANY REASON TO SUSPECT THAT YOU ARE SMOKING AGAIN…WELL…I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO…BUT TRUST ME, IT'LL BE BAD,"

She slammed the door behind herself so hard that the frame seemed to shake.

Lois called the boys for dinner. Dewey drew himself away from the cartoon he was watching and ran towards the dinner table to make sure he would get the best food first. As him and Malcolm bickered over the largest chicken wing, Dewey noticed that Reece hadn't joined in their fight for the best food. In fact, Dewey came to realise he hadn't seen Reece all afternoon.

"Where's Reece?" Dewey asked Malcolm.

"Got grounded for something. If I were you I'd leave him alone for a bit, he's on a warpath and he said something about he's gonna beat the crap out of you when he sees you," Malcolm said.

"Beat the crap out of me!" Dewey asked, gulping.

"Yeah, What did you do?" Malcolm looked at Dewey as he gnawed on the chicken bone.

Dewey ignored this question and turned to Lois instead, "Mum, why's Reece grounded?"

"Caught him with a packet of cigarettes," Lois said, absentmindedly as she picked out the smallest pieces of food for Reese.

Dewey remembered putting the cigarettes in Reece's pocket and found it hard not to laugh aloud. Then he thought, 'Oh no, Reece must be really mad with me. I'm just going to have to make it as long as possible without going in our bedroom then he can't get me…'

"Dewey, this the last time I'm going to say it. Go to your bed NOW," Lois called to Dewey from the kitchen where she was doing the washing up.

It was well past Dewey's bedtime but he didn't want to go bed for two reasons.

One of them was that he knew Reece was in the bedroom getting madder and madder at Dewey and Dewey really didn't want to have to face a seething mad Reece.

The other was that Dewey was frightened to sleep on his bed that night. All he could think about was the bright, yellow eyes he had seen the other day. He really didn't want to sleep on his bed if there was a monster living underneath it. What if the monster came out and ate him whilst he was sleeping? He hadn't been able to sleep all last night because of it. He thought he could hear noises.

"DEWEY, Are you even listening to me, get to bed!" Lois snapped as she came from the kitchen into the sitting room, drying her hands with a towel.Dewey looked up at his mum. He seemed ever so innocent and snug in his little dinosaur pyjamas, curled up on the couch.

"Can't I just finish watching this," Dewey gave Lois his wide- eyed, pleading look.

"This is the NBC news, Dewey," Lois said, looking at the TV disbelievingly.

Dewey had been so anxious he hadn't even noticed what he was watching.

"I can't go bed," Dewey said in a very small voice.

"Why not?" Lois asked, impatiently.

Dewey actually considered telling his mum the truth but then he decided against it. His mum would just tell him that he is being silly and that monsters aren't real. Dewey had convinced himself, after seeing the yellow eyes, that monsters are real, and he knew that he had to come up with some excuse so he wouldn't have to go bed.

"I haven't had a glass of milk. I can't sleep without a glass of milk," Dewey said the first thing that came to his mind.

"What are you on about. You never have a glass of milk before bed and you sleep perfectly fine without it," Lois said, looking at her son, wondering why he was behaving so oddly.

"Well, Can I just have a glass of milk anyway, mum," Dewey asked.

"Yeah, but straight to bed afterwards," Lois said, heading towards the kitchen to pour him some milk. Dewey followed his mum, sighing in deeply. He couldn't think of another excuse and he knew that he would have to go bed eventually. His mum would drag him, kicking and screaming, if she had to.

Dewey drank his milk and was then shoved off to bed by Lois.

As soon as Lois had tucked him in and then left the room, Reece was there, standing above him, silhouetted in the gloom…

Dewey rubbed his arm, disgruntled, as he tried to get to sleep.

'God, Reese has got good at Chinese burns,' Dewey thought, 'I can actually see how red my arm is in the dark,'

Dewey was about to snuggle up and go to sleep when a loud, screechy noise startled him. He almost leapt a foot out of bed. Breathing rapidly, he sat up and clutched the covers around him. He looked sideways at Reece and Malcolm. They were both sound asleep, they hadn't heard anything. Dewey listened carefully. For a few moments, all he could hear was his own heart thudding, but then he heard the same noise again. It was high- pitched and wailing, and it seemed to be coming from underneath Dewey and Malcolm's bed.

Dewey shot under the covers, shaking. He put his hands over his ears to try and block out the noise, but it seemed to go on forever…

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Next Chapter:

Eve finally gets talking to Reece much to Malcolm's disappointment...

Dewey summons up the courage and attempts to face the monster under his bed...