Malcolm was in the living room, on the couch, cuddled up with his girlfriend, you. You were laying on your stomach, on top of Malcom, who was on his back, hands on your hips. Out of nowhere, Dewey, Reese, and Francis came barging in, still not used to their nerdy, Krelboyne brother having a girlfriend. Especially one as gorgeous as you. "God, will you two stop being so.. cuddly? It’s gross." Reese spoke coldly. mostly because he was jealous that Malcolm got you, and not him. Folding his arms over his chest, Reese looked at the two of you, Dewey ogling over you, since he was 5 years younger, and didn’t know any better, and Francis was just looking at Malcolm, with a smug and amused expression as he noticed the possessive hold Malcolm had on your hips.