Author's Note: And here it is! The Groundhog Day Style MITM fic that literally nobody asked for. Before I get started, I wanted to let a few things be made clear. This story takes place during Season 4 and is specifically set around the episode Humilthon. This story will also not contain any Wilkercest so if you were looking for that, then this is not the fic for you. There may be some mild Malcolm/Cynthia, but that's the closest this story will come to romance. In my mind Malcolm tried to crash the car on a Friday so that is when the story will be taking place. I'm planning on this story being around 20k-25k in length, but that may change. With that being said I hope you enjoy it!
Malcolm Wilkerson thought he knew embarrassment. After all his entire life had been a complete joke since the day he was born. It was rather typical for his life to have turned out the way it had, he used to think to himself wryly. After all, his mother was a complete tyrant, his father was constantly acting like a joke or at least doing whatever Lois told him to do, Francis was a world renowned troublemaker, Reese was...Reese, and Dewey had always been a little bit strange, Malcolm had used to think that he was the only normal one in his family, but that sense of status had changed as soon as his mother had him placed in the Krelboyne class a few years prior. From there, Malcom's life turned upside down faster than a person could say "Jackie Robinson," Malcolm went from being a relatively cool guy on his old school campus to being a complete joke. It became almost a routine for Malcolm to be the subject of some sort of torture at school. Reese would usually beat up most of the kids at school who said or did anything, but the truth of the matter was that Reese couldn't be everywhere at once.
That had been why Malcolm was looking so forward to high school. It had less to do with new classes and new teachers, and more to do with the fact that for the first time in years he had a fresh start. He didn't have to worry about getting his body stuffed in a trash can or dealing with the other kids' sneering remarks as he made his way out of the Krelboyne classroom. He could actually become friends, with the popular kids he acted like he despised instead of being at the bottom of the social ladder like he used to be. But of course, life never had a way for turning out the way he wanted to. As if being called "Stain" for the entire week wasn't bad enough, he also had to deal with his mother dragging him out of the car in front of the entire school. He had a sneaking suspicion that sight alone probably made him lose whatever street cred he'd gotten from Cynthia's impromptu rumor.
Cynthia. Even now a few hours after getting home from school, Malcolm had been thinking about what she had said. She must've known that spreading that rumor around about what she and Malcolm had "done" would compleyly destroy her repuation and yet she had done it willingly. He couldn't understand it. As much as he hated to admit it, Malcolm had never been the best friend there was. He had once abandoned Stevie during their first sleepover and he had spent his first week of school trying to pretend as if he didn't know his old friends.
"Malcolm!" his mother's voice said sharply and Malcolm looked up at her startled. "What on earth got into you?! What in the name of God were you thinking?! Millitary school! You were trying to get sent to millitary school?!"
Malcolm sighed. He had to admit that telling his mother about his plan to pull a "Francis" hadn't been the smartest idea he had ever had. In his defense, it sounded much better in his head. Then again, Malcolm's worst ideas always sounded perfect in theory.
"I can't believe this!" Lois continued raving. "You're in high school now! I thought you would've known better, but once again it looks like I was wrong. You know day after day you and your brothers have done nothing but cause trouble all day long!"
"Well this is your fault!" Malcolm blurted out without thinking, He winced. That had not been the right thing to say in this situation. His mother had never liked it when her sons or anyone for that matter tried to place the blame on her and that philosophy most certainly hadn't changed any time in the past few minutes she had been yelling at him.
His mother crossed her arms and stared sternly at him. "Oh really? This is my fault now?"
"Yes!" Malcolm snapped. "You completely embarrassed me in front of the whole school! The entire school knows me as "Stain" now thanks to you!"
"Right, because this is all my fault. I do everything for you. I feed you, I give you clothes, a place to live. I give you presents on your birthday and Christmas and I do whatever I can to make sure you stay safe. But, of course it's my fault that a bunch of shallow self obsessed teenagers don't like you is that right?" Lois retorted. "You're grounded for the next two months. From now on you're staying in your room. That means no phone, no TV, and no going to your friends' house. You're only leaving the room for mealtimes, going to the restroom, or if you're dying. Understand?!"
"Fine." Malcolm grumbled. He was beyond furious with his mother. Two months? Sure he knew he deserved some sort of punishment for what had transpired, but wasn't two months taking things too far? After all it wasn't as if anything had actually happened. Still, Malcolm didn't have in him to argue with his mother anymore at that point and stormed off to the bedroom he shared with Reese and Dewey.
He threw himself down on his and Dewey's bed and silently fumed to himself. Why did everything in his life have to suck? For once why couldn't he have a normal life? A normal family? Normal kids weren't completely embarrassed by their mothers in front of the entire school. Normal kids didn't have their entire reputation ruined during the first week of school.
The rest of the night passed by the way Malcom had expected with his mother flashing him cold glares when she knew he was looking. As soon as Malcolm had finished his dinner, he was sent off to his room where he waited until Reese and Dewey finally came in for bed. Malcolm's only source of comfort was that at least tomorrow was Saturday and he wouldn't have to deal with seeing any of his classmates till Monday. At long last, Malcolm finally managed to close his eyes and drift off into sleep long after Dewey and Reese had finally passed out.
Malcolm would have prefered sleeping late the next day, but it appeared as if Fate had other plans when his alarm clock rang at 6:30 the next morning which was especially strange, because he never set an alarm on the weekends.
Thank you for reading! I apologize for the shortness, but things will be picking up in the next chapter. Please review and let me know your thoughts. They keep me motivated :)