Happy Friday the 13th. Who randomly decided that one particular day would be bad luck?
Guest 1: I guess they're grumpy because neither of them want to be there. But little do they know… hehe.
Guest 2: Thanks for reading. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay.
Baldore: Thanks, I played around with how to write the flashback.
MoonGirl1155: I'm glad you like it. Hope you and your friend are well.
I don't own Generator Rex.
The two ran towards the screams. The girl arrived first.
"Aunt Nancy? What happened?" She asked the lady.
"Oh, Becky!" The distraught lady sobbed. "I turned around for a second and your sister just… disappeared."
"Bee's gone?" She asked spinning around.
"Your mother's going to kill me!" Aunt Nancy wailed.
"Don't worry, I'll go look around. You go tell the people who run this place to look out for Bee… give them a description. The more eyes the better." Becky told her.
"Oh, you're right of course. You're such a smart young lady. Of course, of course." The woman ran in the direction of the ticket booths.
"Becky, huh?" The teen boy smirked.
"Look, bucko, I'm a little busy right now. So if you don't mind step off and let me go find my sister!" Becky shoved the boy as she walked past.
"Hey, I didn't mean anything bad by it… Becky's a… cute name." The boy said following her.
"Dude, are you mental? Go away." Becky scowled at him.
"How about I help you look for your sister? You did say more eyes the better." He said.
Becky stopped and stared at him. "And why would you do that?" She asked suspiciously.
The boy had no idea. He shrugged. "Nothing better to do?"
"What? You are mental. This is a county fair! Go on rides. Eat fried food on a stick. Gawk at stuff." Becky started walking again.
"Look for your sister." The boy added.
"I think I know where Bee is." Becky wandered over to the arcade area. "My aunt is such a ditz. She'd lose her own head if it wasn't attached…. Hey!" She stopped so suddenly that the boy almost plowed into her. She whirled around and faced the startled boy.
"I don't know your name!" She declared.
"So?" The boy asked defensively.
"Well, it's not fair!" She insisted. "What's your name?"
"None of your business." He muttered.
"Why is it something stupid… or embarrassing?" She continued walking toward the giant stuff animals on display.
"No." The teen didn't really want to tell her that he didn't have a name. His master just called him Hiko. He wasn't sure he wanted her to call him that.
"Is it Herbert?" She asked.
"What?" He wrinkled his nose.
"I know! Eugene!" She nodded. "Definitely, Eugene."
"Definitely not!"
"Ashley?"
"That's not even a boy's name!" The boy sounded scandalized.
"It was in that book… Gone with the Wind." She insisted.
"Wasn't that a movie?" He asked.
"It was made into a movie in 1939 with Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh." She rattled off. "Don't you know anything?"
"I know that my name isn't Ashley." He frowned.
"Howard?" She guessed.
"You're just going to keep doing that, aren't you?" He sighed.
"Doing what?" She asked innocently.
"Making up gosh awful names." He said exasperated.
"Until you tell me yours." She replied smugly.
"You're stubborn." He observed.
"So are you." She looked at him pointedly.
"Fine, it's uh… John." He stated looking at some portapotties.
"John?" She asked surprised.
"What's wrong with John?" He shrugged.
"That's so… generic. I thought it'd be something more exciting like Adam or Li or…" Becky rambled on.
"You think I'm exciting?" He interrupted her with a smirk.
"Oh well… uh, there's Bee!" Becky was glad for the distraction as her cheeks started to flush. "Bee, why did you wander off? You scared Aunt Nancy!"
A little three year old girl stood sucking her thumb. She looked at her sister and pointed at a large pink teddy bear. "Get it for me?" She pleaded. "Pweeese?"
Becky looked at the game that owned the prize. It was the rope ladder game. She would have to climb to the top to win. It looked deceptively easy but she knew it wasn't.
"Oh sweetie, I'm wearing a dress. I can't climb it." Becky tried to dissuade her little sister. "Why don't I try to knock down those bottles instead?" She offered.
Bee shook her head, her curls bouncing against the side of her face. "No! Don't want that! Want that!" She pointed to the giant pink bear.
Becky bit her lip in consternation.
"I'll do it." John offered.
"You will?" Becky gaped at him.
"Sure. It's like the ropes course back at the island." He blurted out.
"Island?" Becky wrinkled her brow.
"I mean… uh Coney Island." John quickly backtracked.
"Oh, yeah, there's an amusement park there." She nodded.
"Right." John was glad that she jumped to her own conclusion. "This should be a piece of cake." John stepped toward the game booth.
"One side, dweeb." Five bigger kids pushed past John to stand in front of the game. John stumbled back into Becky. Becky could feel his muscle tightened.
"Never mind. It's fine. We'll go play another game." Becky was worried.
"No, we're playing here." John balled up his fists and approached the gang of boys while Becky looked on worriedly.
