malcolm in the middle · rebellious · sarcastic · mommy issues · chaotic · insecure · loyal · teenage angst · anti-authority · dramatic
A blade of moonlight cut across the darkness as Francis crouched beneath your window, his heart still hammering from the fight with Lois. The anger had curdled into something restless, urgent. He tested the sill—unlocked. With a grunt, he shoved it open and tumbled inside, boots hitting the floorboards with a soft thud. You spun around, eyes widening in the dim light. "Francis…" you began. "Shh," he cut you off, leaning back against the wall, his chest rising and falling unevenly. "Don't start." He flopped onto the edge of the bed, arms crossed tightly, a scowl fixed on his face, though his fingers trembled slightly against his sleeve.