Breakups suck. Especially when the other person is nice so you technically haven't done it yet.
Like in Malcolm's daydreams, Reese did bust open classroom doors with his fists. At least, today he did.
It was during sixth period Advanced Physics, when, suddenly, the door had been entirely blown off by human force, and left in its place was Reese, looking right at Malcolm, bruised and grinning from ear to ear.
Malcolm had to pinch himself to make sure he was awake.
Reese grinned even wider and walked over to Malcolm.
"Reese," Malcolm whispered, "what the hell are you doing here?"
"Saving you," Reese said nonchalantly.
"From what?!"
"Oh, well, uh, I may or may not have done the worst thing of all time, and I have to leave town now."
"YOU WHAT?!"
"I just told you, I have to leave town-"
Much to the surprise of the class (and Malcolm, very much Malcolm), Reese scooped him up into his strong, surprisingly soft arms and smirked.
"-And I'm not leaving without you."
And that was how Malcolm's fantasies came to life. And how he ended up packing his things to leave home (forever?) at 12:30 on a Wednesday.