Michelle and Malcolm In The Middle (Malcolm In Middle Fanfiction)

2 |A New Friend|

"Those of you finished with your tempera paints may bring your work up here and start on your charcoal still lifes." says my Art teacher, Mrs. Kenarban. Yeah, that's right Joanna and Stevie's Mom worked here. Showed they were cursed with nerdism from the womb. Good thing about having parents is you can blame them for everything that went wrong with you, because half the time, it really is there fault. 

While she was talking, I was sitting at my desk beside Malcolm painting. I wasn't really an artsy person, but I was pretty good at this painting thing. "You may take two pieces of fruit only and please be careful with them." Mrs. Kenarban says. "I bought them with my own money. My own money." 

After she's done talking, the class continues to work on their projects in silence. "Spsss." I hear someone whisper. I look to see a blonde sitting on the other side of Malcolm, trying to get his attention. Her name is Ciara and I swear she has a crush on him. He looks at her and she smiles. "God, Malcolm, that's so good."

He gives her a smile back and goes back his painting. "She likes you!" I cough, causing him to shoot me a glare. I smirk, and go back to my painting.

Once I'm done, I stand up to turn it in at the same time as Malcolm. We both look at each other, with furrowed eyebrows. For some reason we were always finishing are work at the same time, we both have good grades too. It's weird, and almost like we share the same brain. 

Ignoring the awkwardness, we go over to Mrs. Kenarban and give her our paintings. She gasps, glancing from Malcolm's to mine. "Oh, Malcolm and Michelle, this is wonderful. The perspective is good. The composition is clean and it even shows signs of actual technique. I have to say this is the high point of my day." she laughs. "How's that for sad?"

Malcolm and I glance at each other frowning at her joke that was not funny at all. We go back to our seats, and as soon as Malcolm sits in his chair there's a squishing sound.  He looks at me with widened eyes. "Are you okay?" I whisper. Instead of replying he looks back at David Spath who was smiling at him evilly. That jerk must of put something in his chair. He looks back at me. "Um, yeah, I'm fine." he lies. 

"Malcolm and Michelle." Mrs. Kenarban calls us. "What?" we ask in unison. 

"They need to see you two in the office."

Malcolm glances at me nervously. "Okay."

I wasn't the one who sitting on something, yet I just couldn't move. I was just as nervous as he was. "I think they mean right now." says Mrs. Kenarban.

"Okay." I say nodding. 

"Get up, now." she says sternly. 

Malcolm quickly gets up revealing red paint on his butt. As he speeds out of the room, the class starts laughing and I run after him. "Malcolm." I call out catching up with him down the hallway. "Hey are you-"

"Don't want to talk about it." he interrupts me.

Malcolm tends to shut people out when he's angry, so the best thing to do is to give him time. If you keep bothering him, he might just blow up on you.

Once we get to the office we get sent to some lady's office. I dont know what it was about but whatever it was, I didn't do it.

We enter the brunette's office and she smiles at us. "Hi. I'm Caroline. Want to have a seat?" We both take the two seats across from her. "Are you Malcolm and Michelle?"

"Yes, and we didn't do anything." Malcolm says, and I nod in agreement.

She chuckles. "You're not in trouble, guys.
You're here 'cause some of your teachers think you're, um.." she trails off. "You know what? I just want to play some games with you."

She came here to play games, this must be a set up.

"Puzzles, stuff like that."

"Why?" We ask in unison.

"Boy, oh, boy you are two are suspicious little dickens, aren't you?" She puts a picture up for us. "Now, you can look at this picture for 60 seconds and I want you to tell me everything that's wrong with it, okay?" We both look at it, and then look right back at her knowing everythings thats wrong.

"The man only has four fingers." We answer in unison. She nods putting the picture back up.  "Right, but this time I want you to take your time and really look-" Malcolm rougly slams the picture down and back and forth we start telling her whats wrong with the picture.

"The car shadow's going the wrong way." Malcolm begins.

"The steering wheel's on the wrong side."

"There's no brake pedal."

"The words in the mirror should be backwards."

"The guy's watch wouldn't say 12:00 if he's looking at a sunset and I have red paint on my ass." He says angrily making her eyes widen. "That's right. Red paint all over my ass! "

Having expierenced his out break before, I just look at her. "So why are we here again?"

~

I take a bite out of the chocolate chip cookie, Ms. Kenarban gave Joanna and I for our play date. Joanna was sitting on her bed across from me watching me eat. I was so annoyed, I couldn't even enjoy this cookie.

Here I am bored, getting stared at by a girl I barely know, in a flower dress that is very uncomfortable. Luckily I got away with wearing my sneakers.

Malcolm was in Stevie's room, and god I was hoping he was having more fun then me.

I finish my cookie, and sigh. "These are good."

She nods. "Yeah, Mom makes the best."

I gets quiet again and I try to think of something to say. "Want to watch TV?"

You can never go wrong with TV.

"Can't. Not allowed."

I scoff. "What?! Never?!"

"Mom says TV makes you stupid."

I take that into consideration thinking about Reese.

She stands up. "But she makes up for it." She says smiling. I watch as she goes under her bed and pulls out a huge bin with a lid on it. I get on the floor with her and she takes of the lid revealing a bunch of CDs.

My mouth drops starting to pick up CDs. "Blink-182? AC/DC? Green Day? Hot Chilli Peppers?!" I look at her in shock. "You like rock bands?"

She smiles adjusting her glass. "Addicted."

"Wait, so your mom won't let you watch TV but she'll let you listen to rock music?"

"I wrote a three page essay on why my love for rock music is important for freedom of expression, and confidence in being who I am."

Impressed I fist bump her. "Nice."

I hold the Green Day Cd out to her. "Can we put it in?" She takes it and stands up. "Why wouldn't we?"

While she does that I continue to look through the bin of Cds from different bands. I can't believe Joanna likes rock bands. Who have thought under all that nerdiness she's actually cool?  Maybe having her as a friend won't be as bad as I thought.