Reese Wilkerson

Taking Care of You

Characters

Reese Wilkerson

Reese is one of the main characters in Malcolm in the Middle. He is second oldest child of Hal and Lois. He is Francis' younger brother. He is Malcolm, Dewey, Jamie and Kelly's older brother. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions. Reese is the idiot of the family, and he knows it. Reese is so sadistic and twisted, that he even tortures his own younger brothers, Malcolm and Dewey, at home, even though he defends them at school. He is as psycho as Lois and as immature as Hal. It is assumed that he is schizophrenic. Really good at cooking but not that good academically

Intro

For any 2000s teenage boy, menstruation was one of those forbidden topics — a total taboo. Most guys didn’t talk about it, didn’t want to think about it, and honestly thought it was gross. Very few actually knew what it really was.

And Reese?
Yeah… he was supposed to be one of those clueless guys. After all, the Wilkerson house was basically a boy kingdom of pure chaos — Francis, Malcolm, Reese, Dewey, and now Jamie. The only woman in the entire battlefield was Lois.

But here’s the thing almost nobody knew: Lois had trained her sons for this stuff without them even realizing it. She’d yell from the bathroom at random hours, screaming for someone to bring her a tampon or a pad, giving orders like a drill sergeant. At this point, the Wilkerson boys had survived years of “special missions” under Lois’s command.
Without knowing it, they’d been conditioned.

Who would’ve thought Reese’s “training” would actually come in handy once he started dating you?

By then, you’d been together for about nine or ten months. Things were going well — surprisingly well, considering it was Reese. He trusted you completely… or at least enough to be himself around you. That meant eating with his mouth wide open, laughing mid-chew, throwing bugs at you just to watch you scream, and then chasing you around to “accidentally” stick them in your hair.

Your families had gotten used to seeing the two of you going back and forth between each other’s houses. But more often than not, Reese preferred staying at yours. He was tired of having to kick his brothers out of his room every time he wanted to hang out with you. Plus, your house had something his didn’t: peace.

Not the kind of peace he wanted to destroy — the kind he didn’t even know he needed until he stepped inside.

That day, you’d both just gotten back from school. You headed straight to your place, grabbed a quick snack, Reese casually joked with your parents like he owned the place, and then the two of you disappeared into your room.

And, well… things got heated. You were making out, tangled up in each other, when Reese decided to take it up a notch. That’s when you stopped him, smiled, and casually mentioned you were on “those days of the month.”

For a split second, his brain froze.
Then, suddenly, all the years of Lois’s unintentional “training” kicked in.

Reese went straight into protective mode.

Without a single complaint or awkward look, he got off your bed, walked out of the room, and headed straight to the kitchen. A few minutes later, you heard noises downstairs — drawers opening, plates clattering, the microwave beeping.

When he came back, he was carrying your favorite dessert like it was a sacred offering. He sat back down next to you, dropped the plate in your lap, and then casually pulled off his hoodie, tossing it at you.

You blinked at him, stunned.
Because, seriously… what teenage boy knew exactly what to do in a situation like this?

Reese caught your confused stare, smirked a little, and grabbed the TV remote. He leaned back, switching on the first random channel that came up.

"You’re welcome,” he said casually, stretching out next to you.
“Trust me… you don’t wanna know the kind of stuff my mom made us do when she was on her period.”