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𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑋 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 - 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜

( hi guys everyone was so sweet when i posted the first one i appreciate so so much u guys r the best!!)

Reese knew you were coming over. Of course his parents told him before you got there. Ever since the two of you were little, he always saw you as the annoying uptight brat.

He hated how wealthy and rich your family was compared to his. You were spoiled. Endless offers of vacations and tours to other countries and concert tickets. Even when you were younger you still wore luxury brands.

He almost lost it when he found out you had a month-long vacation in Mexico. You lived the life and he was jealous of that. His family was never that sturdy financially.

Not to help, but he did not find you cute either. You had a speech impediment and braces and big boxy glasses and the worst acne ever.

In third grade, he used to stick wads of gum in your hair. Not just him but a lot of kids. Basically you were a loser. You were everything he wasn’t. A rich nerd.

When he saw you, you were unrecognizable. You were a few inches taller. He could see your face a lot closer now.

You were more feminine. You started doing your lashes. You must’ve had a skin routine because your skin was clear, soft looking. You stopped wearing glasses and your acne was completely cleared up. No more speech impediment either.

You were a completely different person. At least physically. He never got to know you personally. He never really bothered to talk to you unless he was bullying you.

He knew deep down inside that he only was interested in you now because you were pretty. He’d completely blow you off if you weren’t. But maybe he could do something about it. Last night he had a lot of thinking to do in bed. He thought about you and the kind of person you were. He shouldn’t just like you because you’re pretty. He decided to had to get to know you.

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The next morning he made up his mind. He was gonna make a better impression than yesterday. He immediately changed and started doing his hair.

He had just taken a shower, so it was really frizzy. He brushed through the knots locked in his hair top to bottom. His cologne stunk.

Malcolm could be heard coughing from the other room. But he digressed continuing to try to look as sexy as possible.

He wore jeans and a T-shirt, nothing too fancy. He knew it can’t look like he’s trying too hard. He scrubbed deodorant all over his armpits. He couldn’t smell bad. Not today.

Once he was finally done changing, he went back to his bedroom. Malcolm was reading a book, obviously annoyed.

“Dude how much cologne did you put on?” he gasped for air, putting his book to the side. The entire room was filled with cologne.

“I can’t smell bad in front of her.” he sprayed more all around his neck and face.

“For who?”

“Y/n.”

Malcolm stopped and looked back at his brother. He wasn’t this much of an idiot was he?

“You do realize mom would kill you if you went anywhere near her.” he said dead seriously.

Reese had already thought of that. But she wouldn’t be home for the next three days so he wasn’t too worried. That moment you were the only one on his mind. He was so whipped. And you didn’t even know it yet. 

“She’s not gonna be home for the next three days. And honestly, I think it would be kind of fun if she never found out.” He gave his brother puppy eyes, begging him to not tell there mom. He couldn’t let anyone mess this up for him. 

“What’s in it for me?” he asked in casual Malcolm style.  Are favors illegal in the Wilkerson household?

Reese thought for a moment. He’s been doing a lot more of that since you got there. He do anything just to get a chance to get to know you.

He had an idea. “Next time you get in trouble with Mom you can blame it on me. But she never needs to know about Y/n. Do we have a deal?” he smiled with full teeth, hoping Malcolm would accept.

But all he could ask was - “Why are doing all of this for her?”

And Reese couldn’t give him a good answer. Because he didn’t know. “I don’t know.”

Malcolm didn’t respond to that. But he did agree.

“You’ve got a deal.”

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Reese peaked his head over the corner. You were laying down on the couch. Your head rested on one of the soft pillows. He saw your chest rise up and down. You looked so peacefully sleeping and there’s no way he could disturb you.

He turned to his right making his way towards the kitchen. Then opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and milk. Several cabinets were left open as he searched for silverware and a bowl.

He gently cracked the egg against the bowl, pouring the yolk out. He poured a cup of milk into the bowl to mix with the eggs. This was his element. The relaxation he got from cooking. He whisked the eggs and the milk together. It felt quiet and peaceful.

He continued cooking until he heard you’re sleeping figure arise. You’re wearing a silk nightgown.

It accentuated your features and showed off your natural curves. It wasn’t essentially a sexy thing to wear. But you made it look good. Barefoot, you walk to the kitchen.

“It smells good in here.” you say leaning against the door.

“What are you making?” you asked, curious.

“He stopped what he was doing, and gave his full attention to you. But he couldn’t be noticeable about it.

“Just makin some scrambled eggs.”

You walked closer towards him entering the kitchen.

“Mhmm..”

Then you walked closer until you were right behind him. You appeared over his shoulder and he felt your breath against his neck. He stiffened. You were so close to him.

He urged to touch you or stroke your hair. He wanted to see if your skin was as soft as it looked. You were a special kind of beautiful.

“Am I too close?” You ask softly, not wanting him too feel uncomfortable or anything. He wished so badly that he could ask you to come closer but he wasn’t a smooth talker.

“No, your okay.”

“Do you need help with the eggs?”

he didn’t need help at all. He loved cooking. It was his passion and he was the best at it. But for you, he was the worst cook.

“Yeah. There’s still chunks of egg. I totally suck.” There was not. You were making him a liar. But he didn’t care. He liked what you did to him.

You leaned over him again. “This looks so good.” it smelled delicious. “Can I help you out now sir?”

“Of course you may madame.”

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He hoped he made a better impression. He definitely had a feeling he did. You were laughing a lot. Not at him but with him. He was so used to being made fun of for being stupid. But you never made fun of him.

You never called him dumb or stupid. You barely even insulted him. He’s never had a healthy friendship before. He didn’t have someone to rely on.

But maybe now he had a chance. This is an opportunity to have an actual friend. He noticed that when he was around you he wasn’t exactly as bubbly. Not in a bad way, but he felt more calm. And he liked it a lot more.

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The next day it was around six thirty in the and ever since you arrived everyone seemed to be awake a lot early. Reese used to wake up at twelve but since you woke up at six he did too. He actually found out that you had a lot in common. You both like the same music like the Red Hot Chili Peppers. And other bands, like Nirvana.

He didn’t expect you to have an edgy music test but he digged it. The night before you stayed up with him listening to music. He was already so close to you. It never felt like this before. Now he was actually getting to know you. And he liked you.

Not just because you were pretty but because you were good to him. You cared about what he had to say and his opinions even they were crazy. He felt on top of the world.

He debated rubbing it in Malcolm‘s face. That a hot girl seem to be into him or could at least have the possibility of being in to him. But he didn’t. He wanted to keep you to himself and he didn’t want Malcolm to get in the way of that.

That morning, after staying for two days you woke and to Reese next to him on the couch. You both must’ve passed out together. You weren’t particularly close to him. You were on the other side of the couch. It was too early to snuggle up to him yet and he felt the same way. But you were still cute wrapped around the blankets.

You woke up before him unlike yesterday. Unraveling yourself from the blankets. You stretched and yawned. Last night wasn’t comfortable at all.

Reese was still sleeping. His head was rolled back and he was definitely a snorer.

You slowly and carefully got closer to him, trying not to wake him up. You poked his nose. His eyes didn’t immediately open but once they did they opened large when he saw you leaning over him.

“Did I scare you?” You asked genuinely, excited to see if you did.

He laughed. “No way. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are. Your no way near the master of sneakiness.” He pointed his thumbs to himself. He was cute.

hi guys this is the end of part two!!! I love you all!! if u have any requests or questions feel free to ask chat.

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hi this is rlly bad and ive been trying to re - read it sm. this is my first post on this acc so i kinda hope this doesn’t flop and im trying to keep this tag alive!!! this is def a part 1!!!! so knew chapters soon to come

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you knew reese since before grade school. back when he had over glossy spiked up hair and was around three inches shorter than you.

he wore dirty old hand me downs and choked out anyone who even dared to look at him the wrong way. even after all this time of knowing him as your neighbor he’s never changed.

him and his crazy family were known by the entire neighbor and let’s just say they weren’t exactly “popular.” to you he’s always been the bully down the street. the stupid kid who never once bothered to show up to class. that’s why you never tried to make contact with him. also you didn’t have any suicidal tendencies.

your father was the only person in the neighborhood who introduced himself and his daughter (you) to greet the wilkersons.

despite being busy with work, your father was close with the family. he was a well known doctor so if they had any issues concerning health he would be willing to help the wilkersons any day of the week. (they most definitely did). lois and hal had dinner with your father every month. that’s how close both your family’s were.

even with how close both your parents were you couldn’t find yourself to like reese. or malcolm.

malcolm was egotistical and arrogant. you shared a math class with him in sixth grade and he was so annoying you considered reporting him just for how annoying he was.

and reese was a complete moron. you could never find yourself ever liking reese.

that’s why it was a little terrifying finding out you’d have to babysit his younger brother jamie and him for the next three days.

apparently hal and lois had to attend a family members wedding. you didn’t pry to ask whose but you knew the two were going to be gone a couple days.

the cute brunette toddler was adorable and you would never pass down watching him. you also had a lot of respect for lois. she was raising five boys and the thought of that made you sweat. it was hard to understand how she did it. however jamie wasn’t the issue. the other wilkerson brothers were the problem.

even after begging your dad arguing that francis (the eldest of the brothers) could just watch the boys. because you have the absolute worst luck, francis had gone on vacation with his wife. awesome.

and even though you and reese are around the same age range, lois did not trust him after he got suspended for trying to make weed brownies in our schools chem lab. so in the end you knew that you’d just have to suck it up.

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your heart raced as you knocked on the family’s door. you could hear faint yelling and arguing coming from inside. the realization of having to babysit four boys for three days hurt your soul. you’d rather take four years of probation.

then you heard the door slam open with a thud. lois stood in a pretty lavender dress, not the type you’d expect her to wear. her short brown hair was curled at the tips, silver jewelry glowing on her wrists and neck. as elegant as she looked she still kept her usual frustrated expression.

her head was turnt to the side yelling at malcolm or dewey or whoever was annoying her to start washing the dishes. once she noticed you her expression calmed.

“we’re in a rush. curfew is ten and don’t get the police involved. we’ll call at nine. have fun!”

and before you could get a single word out they scrambled out the door, carrying there luggage.

immediately you are then met with a familiar voice.

“oh hi.”

you looked behind you to find malcolm in his pijamas, a confused look on his face. you bit down your lip at the weird interaction. it was kinda awkward since you weren’t that close and to describe your friendship as “family friends” was a bit of a stretch.

“hi. did your mom tell you i was dropping by to hang out? sorry if i caught you at a bad time.”

he scoffed and headed to the kitchen. he had definitely just waken up with the large eye bags he had. he opened a taller cabinet reaching for a box of cereal. he barely managed to grab it.

“you don’t need to say ‘hang out’. we know our mom asked you to ‘babysit’ us. you don’t have to be nice about it.”

your face cringes up. he couldn’t go a day without complaining. it was a constant buzz kill with this kid. you reminded yourself to just suck it up and deal with his nonsense for your fathers sake.

“okay. well then i’m here to babysit you. do you need help pouring your milk and buttering your toast?”

he shot you a dirty look, reaching into the fridge to grab the milk.

“no thanks. i’m good.” he aggressively ate faster. ( am i shakespeare?)

“just wanted to make sure.”

“you could always just ditch us. you won’t have to deal with us and we won’t have to deal with you.”

you pondered the thought. “you’re lucky i care about your adorable younger brother.”

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you could hear one of doors behind you open. the sound of the doors creak was deafening. you flinched at the loud thud of the door and turned your head around.

reese stood wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, with his younger brother trailing behind him. his hair was now black without his famous blonde tips and you couldn’t believe how tall he was.

it had been awhile since you had seen him last in person due to all of the vacations your father took you on. school and friends began occupying your time so you didn’t really think about the wilkerson family as much as you did before.

he held a torn up shirt in his hands. his younger brother held his hands out, trying to grip onto the fabric as the two scrambled around the hall.

“i know it was you. no one else is small enough to fit in the washing machine so give it up dewey.” his voice was a-lot more deeper than you remember.

“are you stupid? you think i purposely went into the washing machine to ruin your shirt.”

“dewey who else would due that that? and don’t blame the washing machine.”

“im not blaming the washing machine. im blaming you stupid.” dewey and him argued wrestling each other. they both just woke up. how were they already at each others throats?

as the situation escalated from insults to physical violence, you decided to step in.

“hi guys. how are you?” you were extremely threatening.

they both just stared at you, strangely quiet. again the awkwardness increased. reese was the first to speak up out of the two.

“who the hell are you?”

“what?” you had known him for years. honestly you were expecting a different reaction.

he stared at you again, then turned to his brother. dewey shrugged. they both didn’t seem to remember you. of course. you told yourself it was because you barely knew them anyway.

malcolm still eating his cereal, decided to join in.

“that’s y/n.”

reese stared back. then his eyes went wide.

“no way. you look completely different. you’re not y/n.” he shook his head.

“hate to break it to you but it is in-fact y/n.”

he took more time to take in you’re appearance. his eyes scanning you’re figure. you couldn’t decide if it was perverted or creepy. you settled on both.

“jeez. i never would of thought. it’s weird. you’ve changed a-lot.”

you huffed. now what the hell was that supposed to mean? was he implying you were ugly or something? what an odd thing to say..

“well it’s nice to see you again.”

“yeah. nice to see you.” he turned his head to malcolm. he glanced at you then glanced back to malcolm. it was obvious they knew something you didn’t.

“hi y/n.” dewey broke the silence, he was a couple inches taller than before but still sweet as always.

“hi dewey.” you couldn’t help but love him. he was a nice kid and his siblings set the bar very low.

reese spoke up. “hey so me and malcolm need to go to the bathroom.” he nervously chuckled.

“you have to go together?”

“what are you my math teacher? yes together.”

“that’s pretty weird reese. even for you.”

“the toilet is broken and me and malcolm need to fix it. please excuse us for a moment madam.” he winked.

“okay.”

dewey and you both shrugged. this was pretty normal. casual scheming. you felt bad for the torture dewey had to endure from them.

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“okay dude what the hell.” reese whispered. “what the hell happened?”

“everyone goes through puberty reese.”

“well thank god for puberty.” he smiled looking up into the sky. like an angel came down from above.

“you probably shouldn’t do what i think you wanna do.”

“and what do you think i want to do?”

okay we’re done guys!!!! it’s pretty bad but yknow yknow. there WILL be a part two but idk maybe im bipolar