Orangejuice101: I know, it's not fair, hardly any does M.I.T.M fanfics. It's such a good TV Show it's a shame that few people bother with writing a FF. There should be more of them!
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Chapter 4
Malcolm's P.O.V.
"I heard your having problems with algebra," Eve said, flashing Reece a really cute smile.
Reese looked taken aback slightly before saying, "Yeah, Mr Diver's a jerk,"
"Didn't you steal the engine from his car the other day, though?" Eve asked.
"Yeah," Reece said laughing as he remembered it, "That was cool,"
Eve laughed a bit too before saying, "But…why did you do it?"
"Felt like it at the time," Reece shrugged.
God…I felt really left out of this conversation…what made it worse was that I had no idea what to say…
"Anyhoo, what I was about to say was that I'm pretty good at algebra and I thought that maybe I could help you," Eve said.
Reese looked at her, mildly surprised, he isn't that used to girls acting this way towards him. I was hoping and praying he'd completely blow it with her anytime soon. "Yeah, that would be cool," Reese said, giving her a brief smile, "Do you want to go my house now and we can…eh…study algebra,"
…Darn it!….
"Yeah, my dad isn't back from work until six, so I'll be able to stay for quite a while," Eve said, smiling back, "As long as it's okay with your parents, of course,"
…this keeps getting worse and worse…
"Yeh…probably," Reese said, a little uncertainly as he began walking down the street, Eve walking beside him.
I couldn't believe the nerve of it! There they were pretending I didn't even exist and they were walking off together, leaving me behind.
I had to practically jog to catch up with them.
No one's P.O.V
Lois heard the boys rowdy return from school as she was searching for the mince she was going to used for dinner that evening.
She was extremely surprised to hear a female voice and left the kitchen to go and investigate. She saw a pretty blonde girl chatting animatedly with Reese. Malcolm was standing awkwardly to the side, throwing Reese and the girl dark looks.
"Whose this?" Lois asked, curiously.
"Hello, My name's Eve, I'm new at Reese and Malcolm's school," Eve said, giving Lois an angelic smile, "Reese invited me around to help him study for an algebra test,"
Lois continued to look shocked, "Nice to meet you, Eve,"
"Mum, is it alright if we go in my room to start studying?" Reese asked. Lois nodded slightly, still with a shocked expression consuming her face.
As Eve and Reese headed to Reese's room, Malcolm turned to Lois, saying, "That's not fair! When I'm grounded I'm not allowed any friends around,"
Lois gave Malcolm a frown, "Give it a rest, Malcolm. I don't know if your aware of it but that is the first friend Reese has brought over- ever,"
Malcolm shrugged, he hadn't actually noticed that.
"And she seems like a nice, polite girl," Lois continued, "She might be able to teach Reece some manners,"
Eve and Reece entered the room and spotted Dewey sitting cross- legged on Reece's bed, staring, looking rather petrified, at his own bed.
"What are you doing on my bed you little squirt!" Reece roared, lunging towards his younger brother, causing Dewey to squeal slightly and topple backwards off of the bed. Eve suddenly grabbed Reece's arm and Reece started slightly at her touch.
"Leave him alone," Eve said, looking slightly annoyed, "How can you be mean to your little brother? He was only sitting on your bed,"
She gave Dewey a small smile. He looked up at her from the floor and warily smiled back. Reece just stared at her, dumbfounded, surprisingly obeying her and no longer trying to get Dewey.
Eve walked over and helped Dewey up whilst saying, "Aw, your so cute. I've always wanted a little brother. How old are you?"
"Six," Dewey said, trying his hardest to put on his little, cute and innocent voice.
Reese threw Dewey a dirty look. Dewey stuck his tongue out at Reese when Eve's back was turned as she made her way over to the desk. She attempted to clear the desk slightly and sat down on one of the chairs.
"Well…I'm here to help you study, aren't I?" Eve said, gesturing for Reese to sit down.
Reese nodded slightly, he'd completely forgotten as to why Eve was at his house, he sat down and started getting some mouldy- looking, thoroughly abused algebra books out of his bag.
Dewey lay in bed, covers right up to his chin, staring at the dark ceiling. He couldn't get to sleep. He was far too scared to. He knew he would hear the monster again…anytime soon…and it terrified him. He pulled the covers off of himself, shivering slightly, and he slipped out of bed, quickly running out of his room and towards the living room.
He desperately needed sleep and he knew he wasn't going to get any on his own bed so he had decided to sleep on the couch. He knew it would be rather chilly without a blanket but he didn't know where to find one and he knew his mum would be really annoyed about it in the morning but he preferred to risk that than go another night without sleep.
But the living room couch was already occupied by Hal who was watching some sci- fi flick and devouring a whole bag of potato chips. Dewey wondered why he was up but didn't want to question it. He was about to turn and go back to his room when Hal spotted him.
"Want a potato chip, Dewey?" Hal asked, offering him the bag, not even bothering to ask him why he was up at such a late time.
"Yep," Dewey said, accepting the bag and sitting down beside his dad on the couch.
"Not been able to sleep, son?" Hal asked, his eyes still glued to the TV screen.
"No…I…" Dewey pondered whether to tell his dad the truth or not.
He stared sideways at his dad. Hal was still watching the television, intently, but Dewey knew he was listening, somehow.
"Dad, don't think I'm stupid or a baby or anything…" Dewey began, quietly, "But, there's a monster under my bed. I'm sure of it, I've seen bright, yellow eyes under there and it makes noises at night time. I'm scared of it and it's stopping me from getting to sleep,"
Hal drew his gaze away from the TV and turned to look at his son.
"Well…Dewey, monsters aren't real," Hal said.
"Yeah, I know! That's what I used to think," Dewey exclaimed, "But I honestly did see the eyes and heard the monster roaring!"
Hal sighed and appeared to be considering things for a couple seconds, trying to decide what the best approach would be to cure Dewey of his fears and prove to him that there is no such thing as monsters.
"C'mon Dewey," Hal said, slowly getting up from the couch, "I'm going to take a look at this monster and sort him out for you,"
Dewey gaped at his dad, not entirely realising that Hal was just playing along with him and not at all serious. Dewey highly doubted that his dad would be able to get the monster but he just tried to shake the doubt away as he followed his dad towards his bedroom.
Hal quietly opened the bedroom door, as not to wake Malcolm and Reese, he tiptoed over to Dewey and Malcolm's bed, Dewey close behind him.
He leant down and stuck his head underneath the bed, starting to say, "I can't see anything, Dewey,"
"It's dark, you won't be able to," Dewey whispered, biting his lip anxiously.
Hal sighed and stuck his hand underneath the bed. He felt around for a bit and was about to pull his hand out and prove to Dewey that there wasn't a monster under his bed, when something sharp bit down onto his hand. He leapt backwards, screaming, which caused Dewey to start screaming as he crazily ran out of his room, Hal following close behind, holding his bitten hand in front of him. (His hand wasn't bitten deep and it was especially painful, it's just, Hal is such a wimp)
Next Chapter:
Malcolm gets jealous of how much time Reese and Eve are spending together
Hal and Dewey begin 'Operation defeat monster- under- the- bed'