Author's Note:
High guys! This is my first time writing a real Resident Evil fanfic, besides the lemon (The Piano Lesson, also Billy/Rebecca. Rated M.)
I played it at my friends house, and I was a total pussy because RE0 and REmake scared the shit out of me! But eventually, I fell in love with sexy Billy and Rebecca, and I decided to write a fanfiction about their relationship, because I firmly believe that they have a strong, awesome fanfic fodder kind of chemistry.
We know how they met and their adventure together on that one night. But we don't know what happens after: or just as importantly, before. I haven't really read any fanfictions about their lives before they met, so I decided to make up my own story.
These first few chapters will span the ten years before they met, each little chapter will be their lives and their adventures on that one day, until they meet.
Although there's only one chapter per year, once I hit their meeting and their future, my writing will get a lot more extensive. Because it's fucking hard to write about them pre-zombie apocalypse/romance/adventure. Haha.
I love reviews, good and bad. Hope you like it. x
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Billy watched in thinly veiled disgust as Charlene Regan, the most beautiful girl in his town, teased him. Her bright brown eyes sparkled with an amber undertone, and her brown hair was perfectly done to the last strand.
She annoyed the hell out of him. This was her sixteenth birthday party. Everyone who was remotely attractive, popular, or had money was invited.
Billy most definitely wasn't invited because of the latter two categories. Charlene wanted Billy. He tried not to snort when she asked him to dance.
"Sorry," he rolled his eyes. Then, trying to think of a good excuse: "Bent my ankle at work the other day," he lied. Despite disliking this girl, he'd never want to embarrass her. He forgot to limp as he walked to the corner.
He was surprised to see Anna Richmond there. She was a mousy girl, somewhat overweight and extremely quiet. He guessed her parents were rich. She looked miserable though. So an idea came to his head.
"Hey," he said to her.
She turned towards him slowly, reluctantly. "Hi, Billy," she said softly. "What are you doing here?"
He tried to put her at ease. "What, isn't it obvious how popular I am?" he asked sarcastically, knowing Anna knew the way he avoided most of his classmates. She laughed, and he took it as a good sign, continuing. "And it's also my insane good looks," he joked. She burst out laughing, and Billy pretended offense. "What, you don't believe me?"
She grinned at him, showing smooth, white teeth in a becoming smile. "You're attractive to monsters," she joked back. "You're too scary-looking for normal people," she added, referring to his stature and dark, unkempt hair.
"How about you go on a walk with the big bad wolf?" he asked quietly. "I'm not really eager to be here either."
"Who says I'm not having the time of my life?" she replied defiantly, crossing her arms stubbornly. Billy's eyes zeroed in on ample breasts.
"You'll have a better time with me," he said huskily, letting a wide grin slowly spread across his face. Talking to Anna for five minutes was far more interesting than listening to Charlene's empty flirting.
She looked surprised, and then smiled back at him. "I don't even know why I came."
"Nothing better to do?" Billy offered. "That's my reasons," he said, leading her to the door. Then, remembering Charlene, he grabbed his friend John. "Tell Charlene my ankle hurt so I left," he ordered.
John looked down at Anna, then at Billy, a grin crossing his face. "Ankle?"
Billy let an apologetic grin cross his face. "I 'hurt' it falling down at work the other day," he answered. John and Billy worked at an old widow's house, cleaning, cooking, and landscaping. Billy did most of the heavier work, considering he was a hell of a lot bigger than John.
John burst out laughing at Billy's 'clumsiness' and nodded. "Gotcha."
Billy led Anna outside and began walking, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Anna began to speak. Usually when girls spoke it was uninteresting chatter: but Anna spoke of things Billy could relate too, and he began contributing to the conversation.
"I swear, my grandparents really do that," Billy solemnly promised Anna when she disbelieved his story of his grandparents still having sex. "I've walked in on them more than once. Since my grandpa has a broken hip, my grandmother has to be on top." Billy was lying through his teeth, and Anna knew it. She burst out laughing, a genuine sound.
"What's it like, living with them?" she asked curiously. Then she blushed. "I don't mean to pry, but—"
Billy interrupted her gently. "I don't know. I don't remember my dad, really, and my mother only comes around every once in a while. I guess it's what I'm used to. I don't know what it's like because I don't know how it's any different," he said honestly.
Anna looked at him with sharp eyes, perceiving him. "You're strange, Billy." She said.
Billy was somewhat stung by this remark. "How so?" he asked, slightly annoyed.
"You're so handsome and strong, but you don't bother using it to intimidate people. You're quiet, you don't bother with girls—"
"Calling me a fruit, are you?" he asked sarcastically. "I'm bothering with you, aren't i?"
She rolled her eyes. "I don't count, Billy."
"Why not?" he demanded, stopping to look at her.
"I'm not pretty," she explained, exasperated, as if he should already know this.
Billy paused and deliberately looked up and down her frame. She was round and thick, with soft skin and a welcoming, voluptuous figure. She has enormous gray eyes, fringed by long, curly blonde lashes. Her hair was thick and equally curly, with a natural wave. She had a full mouth, a welcoming smile, and, in Billy's opinion, a fantastic rack. She reddened under his obvious stare. "Yup." He told her decisively. "You're pretty. Beautiful, I'm afraid."
She burst out laughing. Billy wondered what kind of ridicule she went through to be so convinced of her worthlessness. At first glance, she was average. At careful inspection, she was stunning. He suddenly felt an urge to convince her.
"I'm serious!" he insisted with a genuine smile on his face. "Maybe if you were more outgoing, people would notice it. To be honest, I've never heard you talk this much before."
She countered: "I've never heard you this serious before." Billy was often sarcastic, usually abrasive, and always skirted serious issues with his friends.
"So you know I'm serious?" he challenged.
Anna looked at him without artifice, without any hint of flirtatiousness and answered. "I know you're serious, and I know you're the only one. It doesn't matter if I look like Charlene, Billy." She struggled to explain her acceptance of her lack of beauty.
Billy gave her a sensual look, long having practiced it on strings of salesgirls, hoping for a discount. "Maybe you aren't beautiful," he conceded. "But I happen to think that you are."
"Always knew you were crazy," she joked good naturedly, an instant before his lips descended upon hers.
To give her credit, Anna took it very well. When he released the kiss, she merely looked at him. "I usually wait until the third date," she said sarcastically.
He burst out laughing, knowing she had even less experience with 'dating' than he. She grinned at him with a stunning smile and he offered to walk her home.
She looked at him drily. "We're walking in the direction of your house… mine's across town," she informed him with a wry smile.
He marveled at how clever she was. "Okay… need me to walk you to my house?"
"What makes you think I'd want to go to your house?" she arched her brows.
"I want you meet my grandparents," he decided, on the spur of the moment. "They've never met any of my friends."
"You don't have friends. And who says we're friends?" he grinned with unashamed truth at her first statement, then frowned at her second.
"Do I need to propose a formal offer?" he asked sarcastically.
She smirked at him. "Yes. I'd love to see you on your knees."
Her wording sparked images in Billy's head that he didn't need right now. He shrugged. "Come meet them anyway. I've never brought a girl to them."
She burst out laughing. "But you brought John to them?"
He scowled at her implications. "Yeah, yeah," he mumbled with a poisonous voice. But he liked how easy it was with her, to laugh with her and joke with her.
They walked along in easy silence, Anna not needing to fill the silence with chatter, and Billy not wanting too.
When they reached his house, he noticed a car in the driveway, one that didn't belong to his grandparents. He grabbed Anna's had and nearly dragged her through the door in his eagerness.
"Mom!" he yelled, seeing the woman's strained, smiling face. She stood gracefully from her conversation with her parents and strode over to Billy, hugging him.
He already stood taller and wider than her, but he let her hold him anyway. She released him and smiled at Anna. "Hello," she said, sticking a hand to Anna. "I'm Maggie. Coen."
Anna smiled at her easy friendliness. "I'm Billy's friend, Anna Richmond."
The name brought narrowness to the older Coen's eyes. But the look in her eye left as quickly as it came, and she led the pair to the couch with the other two.
Margaret Litchen, or Marge, as everyone was invited to call her had noticed the slight tension between her daughter and her grandson's friend.
William Sr., however, noticed nothing and heartily introduced himself to Anna.
Anna noticed the way Billy's face gentled when speaking to his grandparents, the smile that lit his face when he looked at his often absent mother. She was so absorbed in these family dynamics that she didn't even hear the clock strike midnight until Maggie pointed it out.
"Dear, do you want Billy to give you a ride home? I wouldn't have you walking at night, not in these streets. Anywhere in the world is dangerous at night."
"Yes, remember the Lisa Trevor case a while back?" William shook his head. "It's disgraceful when a child goes missing. And her mother too!"
"That case was never solved, was it?" Maggie tsk'd and yawned. "Well, younguns, I'm off to bed." She kissed her husband tenderly, then her daughter and grandson. Anna gave her a friendly smile, and Maggie, overcome with delight at Billy's interest in her, kissed her cheek as well.
Anna seemed surprised but pleased at the sign of open affection from the older woman.
Billy spoke: "Sure, I'll drive her." William nodded with approval.
"That's right, you must always be a gentleman, Billy."
Maggie smiled at the three of them. "Mom had the right idea. I'm going to bed as well. I'll see you in the morning. It was lovely meeting you, Anna," she waved and walked from the room, her mind whirring. Richmond, her name was? She only hoped Billy would be careful.
Billy stood and gently kissed his grandfather's cheek. "I'll take Anna home now, 'Pa. I'll see you in the morning."
William nodded and kicked back in his chair, pulling a cigar from his pocket and upon lighting it and placing between his thin lips, sighed in contentment.
Anna watched Billy as he grabbed a pair of keys from the kitchen counter. He held the door for Anna as they walked out to the car, and even opened the car door for her. "Really taking that advice to heart, aren't you, Billy?" she teased.
Billy grinned. "I always listen to them."
She smiled warmly. "They seem wonderful."
Billy, suddenly choked. "Wonderful? Those old bats are crazy. Once I came home late with a hickey on my neck and my grandmother ran at me with a frying pan."
Anna rolled her eyes in disbelief.
"Don't believe me? There's another time when that kindly old man you saw back there dumped a bucket of mud on my head because I didn't weed their garden. That's why I listen to them."
Anna burst out laughing. "Really?"
His eyes darkened with mirth. "Yup. Worms and all. he went out there, weeded the garden himself, came inside, filled it with water, dumped it on my head and made me clean it up."
"What about your mother?" she asked curiously.
Billy shrugged, his manner becoming slightly evasive, the Billy she was used to seeing before tonight. "She works a whole lot. She'll come around for a week or two every six months or so."
Anna felt him become tense and quieted. It was about a twenty minute drive from his home to hers. She didn't want to end the great night she had with Billy feeling uncomfortable. So she began to speak about her parents. "My parents work together: it's how they met. They're always working. I rarely see them. I suppose that's why we're so wealthy. I don't really know either of my parents."
Billy suddenly felt like an ass. He didn't know why, but the feeling was unshakable. He slowed slightly below the speed limit, gaining more time with Anna. "I guess I'm luckier than most. My grandparents don't have much, which I guess is half the reason why my mother always works. She sends checks every month, about half a dozen. The mortgage, the bills, a college fund for me, miscellaneous for my grandparents, for me, and insurance. She sends me gifts and cards. We write each other every week," he admitted.
He had never told anyone that before.
Anna looked at Billy's handsome profile in the darkness, and suddenly felt a deep emotion grip her. She couldn't quite name the warm rush that came over her.
She had never known that Billy's obnoxious exterior hid such secrets within.
When they finally stopped in front of Anna's enormous, sprawling home, he got out of the car with her, intending to fully see his duty through.
He walked her to her enormous door and smiled at her friendly. Before she could walk inside though, he grabbed her arm, warm and soft. "I'd like to do this again. Maybe not exactly like this but I mean…" he fumbled for the right words.
She shook her head. "I formally accept your friendship, Billy Coen," she interrupted him pretentiously. She grinned at him, as dazzlingly as ever, and he felt a rush of what felt like relief wash over him.
Billy had made a friend.
Rebecca Chambers was scared of the dark.
Actually, she was scared of a whole lotta things. She never told nobody though. She didn't want them finding out she was a baby. The other boys and girls would make fun of her. Especially Kyle. He was a big bully.
As the lightning struck, she felt a sort of relief. She didn't like lightning either, but at least, for a quick second, it brought light back. But as thunder rumbled right behind it, she trembled in her bed.
Rebecca knew a lot of things. She was smart, and she knew it. She knew that she was an orphan. She knew that she was eight years old. She knew that it was her fault she didn't have a mommy.
She heard the ladies talking one day. She wasn't 'pose to 'evedrop' but she did anyway. They talked about how Kyle really did have a daddy, but that he was a bad guy. Rebecca heard about how Jenny might get 'dopted by some people. And they talked about how Rebecca wasn't 'posed to have been put here, but her mommy died in burth. Whatever that meant.
Rebecca knew it was her fault though. She felt real bad about it. She had always wanted a mommy. Besides Kyle, Rebecca had been here the longest. Kyle was eleven, and he had been here since he was two. Rebecca had been here her whole life. Nobody wanted to 'dopt her or Kyle. It made her cry sometimes, but she did it real quiet so nobody would hear. She wasn't a baby.
Rebecca was a big girl. She was even allowed to take tests. Other people her age went to the teacher, Miss Gleason, on the second floor. But Rebecca didn't. Rebecca and Miss Lily sat in Rebecca's room that she shared with three other girls and Miss Lily asked her questions. Usually they were easy, but lately they had been getting harder.
Miss Lily had given her almost a dozen tests this month. The first time she took the test, she was really confused. It was the strangest test she'd ever taken. She did real bad on it, and begged Miss Lily if she could take it again.
Finally, Miss Lily said okay, and Rebecca did real good. She bet she got an A plus. That meant she was all correct, and not wrong. Miss Lily had praised Rebecca and asked if she wanted to take a few other tests.
Rebecca agreed, wanting Miss Lily to praise her again. Today, Rebecca was gonna find out some stuff about the tests. That's why she was still awake. Usually if it started to storm, she made herself fall asleep so she wouldn't have to listen to it.
Rebecca tried really hard. She made herself go all soft and she didn't know when, but she fell asleep.
When she woke up, there were lights on outside. That meant the earth had turned around so it was sunny. Kyle said that in China it was nighttime again. Rebecca didn't know if she believed him.
She ran out of bed in her pajamas. She was the first one awake in her room. In her room there was Jessica, who was six, Jenny who was four and almost 'dopted, and Sara who was almost nine. She was already 'dopted. This was her last week here.
She ran to Miss Lily's office and sat in her chair, lady-like how Miss Lily told her. She had braided Rebecca's hair the night before and it was still in a tightly wound knot. Rebecca was glad. She hated brushing her long hair.
Miss Lily looked at Rebecca and smiled. Rebecca thought Miss Lily was beautiful. Kyle said she was ugly. That's why Rebecca never believed Kyle. He told lies.
"Good morning Becca," she smiled. "I have your scores right here…"
Rebecca stood up and ran to Miss Lily's side. "Okay," she said eagerly.
Miss Lily started reading a bunch of numbers to Rebecca. Rebecca could count to one thousand. But she didn't like too. Numbers confused Rebecca a little bit. The number Miss Lily said was Rebecca's number was very high. Rebecca frowned. "My favorite number is three." She informed Miss Lily.
Miss Lily smiled. "But there's three digits in your score," she pointed out. Rebecca considered it. She nodded.
"Okay. Did I do good?" she asked anxiously, eager to please.
Miss Lily smiled kindly at her and squeezed her shoulder. "You did very good, Rebecca. In fact, you're going to go to class with the big kids."
Rebecca looked suspicious. "I don't wanna go to class with Kyle," she complained.
Miss Lily laughed. "You aren't going to be in that class. I've called one of our oldest students to take you."
As if on cue, one of the biggest girls stepped in. Her name was Lindsey, and she was thirteen. Rebecca felt scared. She had never talked to Lindsey.
Lindsey smiled kindly at her. Rebecca felt an instant relief. "Hello, Rebecca. You're going to be in my class."
Rebecca felt acute terror. There were nine kids in Rebecca's class. There were six in Lindsey's. She knew their names. There was Lindsey, Matt, Ricky, and Michael. She was scared of them. They were bigger than her.
"Come on," Lindsey held her hand and walked with Rebecca.
This class was on the third floor. There were four floors in the building. On the ground floor, the teachers and tutors slept there. There was also the 'ministration offices. On the second floor, there was the cafeteria and the play room, and two classrooms. On the third floor there were all the rest of the classrooms, and the fourth floor was where everybody else slept. There was one elevator. Rebecca was fascinated by it. People only used it with the permission.
Rebecca walked into the door, with Lindsey holding the door because it was too heavy. Mr. Johnson smiled at Rebecca. She felt a knot churning in her stomach. She was too small to be in this class! Why did Miss Lily put her here?
"Hello, Rebecca," the old man smiled kindly at her. "Do you know why you're in this class?"
Rebecca shook her head shyly. He knelt down and explained very carefully. "Those tests you were taking, did they seem odd?" at her nod, he continued. "Well, because they were a special test to see how smart you were. We already knew you were extremely intelligent, and we wanted to test your capabilities."
She looked at him, still confused. He put a hand on her shoulder, gently. "You're a little genius, Rebecca."
Rebecca knew that geniuses were really smart. But she didn't feel like one of them. She was too young to be a genius. Besides, girls weren't geniuses. Kyle told her.
But Kyle told lies…
Rebecca suddenly realized that's why Miss Lily tutored her privately, why Kyle called her stupid and why she was in this class. She was smart. She wasn't smarter than the people in this class, but she could be. If she tried hard enough.
The bell rang, signaling lunch was ready. Rebecca felt tears come to her eyes. She wasn't done with her worksheet. Mr. Johnson had given her a paper and explained how to solve the math problems. Lindsey waited for her while the boys bounded from the room. But Rebecca didn't wanna leave yet.
Lindsey came and sat next to her, as did Mr. Johnson. "What's wrong, Rebecca?"
"I'm not done my paper yet!" she started to cry. Lindsey comforted her, but Mr. Johnson looked at her, deeply into her eyes.
"It's all right. I'm here to make sure you learn, not to make sure you're perfect," he said kindly.
Rebecca looked into the man's eyes and wrapped her arms around him. He seemed stunned, but after a moment, awkwardly began to pat her back.
Rebecca felt relieved at his acceptance. "I want to stay in this class," she decided fervently.
Mr. Johnson smiled. "I'm glad, Rebecca."
