Disclaimer: I do not own Home Alone.
Hello there everyone and thank in advance for checking out the story. This will be my rendition of Home Alone and how it would have been if both Kevin and an added sibling of his (my OC) had been left behind. I hope you enjoy!
Ah yes...that wonderful time of the year was slowly approaching the city of Chicago. This was a holiday that many people looked forward to and so did a specific large family known as the McCallisters. The family had been planning a trip to Paris and it was one of the many cities of Europe that was highly visited by tourists, especially during the holidays. For one of the McCallister teens, Becky McCallister, she was all the more thrilled to be heading over to such a beautiful place. She had only seen places of such in textbooks from school, books that she had read, and even the world wide web where she would constantly find something new. However, going to a wondrous place such as Paris did not mean that she wasn't going unprepared. Aside from the amounts of clothes that she had just casually thrown in her suitcase, she had carefully selected a supply of books that she wanted to keep herself busy with during the time on the airplane.
"Did you pack yet?" her sister Linnie asked as she opened the door to the room that she shared with Becky. Due to the large family that was in the house sharing was definitely caring, but in Linnie's perspective she did not find it so caring if her sister snored every night.
"Yup," Becky answered her as she turned around from the computer screen that resided on the desk and faced her. "All set and ready to go," she replied and presented the opened suitcase that presented a heap of clothing that were thrown on top of one another.
Linnie turned her head and looked at the suitcase before looking at Becky with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously Becky?" she asked her with a look of disapproval and a shake of her head, "you know that mom will have a fit if she saw that." She craned her neck forward and looked at the colorful selection of clothing that were upon the suitcase but she was not impressed at what she saw. "You could at least try and wear something suitable. You're not considering on walking around the streets of Paris with a baggy sweatshirt are you?"
"So what?" Becky said with a shrug of her shoulders, "I'm comfortable enough as it is."
"Oh Becky, Becky, Becky," Linnie began and shook her head with the name that she said. That tone of voice made it all the more for Becky to resist the urge to roll her eyes. It was bad enough that her sister had to lecture her about her taste in clothing and when she did, Becky tried her best to just tone her out. It was the same thing every time.
You need to dress more like a girl, you need to start wearing make-up, you need to start wearing high heels, you need this, you need that. And that conversation was one that not only got old, but also irritating. "Alright Linnie I get it," the other teen said as she stood up from her chair and held her hands in the air. "But I would rather have a baggy sweatshirt than freeze to death during the month of December," she stated and before the other could say anything, Becky made her way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
"Ugh..." she softly groaned as she leaned towards the sink and looked over at her reflection in the mirror. The reflection that stared back at her was a young girl, wearing a green hooded sweatshirt where only a streak of her red hair fell out. Her eyes were green and her face was slightly peppered with freckles and it was something that Becky detested being born with. Some of her siblings only had some freckles while others did not have any at all! Why did she have to be the one to carry on, what she considered to be the bad gene? She lowered the hood of her green jacket and revealed her long red hair that had turned out to be a disheveled mess but it was nothing that a little hairbrush couldn't fix.
After finishing up her brushing, she pulled her red hair forward and threw the hood once again upon her head before heading out of the bathroom. As she stepped out, she noticed a familiar blond boy on the second floor to where she was and he looked all the more upset. "Did you hear me?" he exclaimed in a loud voice before he began jumping up and down, "I'm living alone! I'm living alone!"
"Whoa there!" Becky chuckled as the young blond boy turned around and looked at her, "careful or we might wind up on the first floor from all that jumping!"
"That's exactly what I mean..." the little boy mumbled. There were so many rules and so many people in the house that being the youngest child of the whole bunch, he felt that he was not even considered seriously like all the other siblings that he had.
"Who upset you now Kevin?" Becky asked her young brother as a look of concern crossed over her features. Even though she was one to keep quiet and keep her nose buried in a book, she was observant but never had the courage to even speak up against the others including her parents or even Uncle Frank whom she knew could be a real Grinch, especially around the holidays.
The younger boy Kevin let out a sigh as he looked up at his sister. "People are expecting me to pack my suitcase and when I don't know how, they just call me an idiot," he said, using the term that his other sister, Megan, had used.
"You know what?" Becky said as she threw an hand in the air and let it fall to her side, "neither do I. I just got lectured by Linnie again for throwing my clothes in my suitcase instead of neatly packing them."
"Is that better to do?" Kevin asked her, "throw everything in?"
"I find it easier and a time saver," his sister answered with a shrug of her shoulders, "I would rather be reading than packing to be honest."
"Then maybe you can help me what to choose," Kevin suggested as he looked at her, hoping that at least someone in this whole house would be able to assist him.
"Of course," Becky agreed with a nod of her head. Plus, it was better to be engaged with her little brother than with Linnie and her constant lectures. It wasn't that Becky despised Linnie for any reason but she just wished that she could be accepted for whom she was and how she dressed like. As Kevin took the lead to his room on the third floor that he shared with Fuller, Becky tightened the sweatshirt around her. It was very cold up in the room enough to give her goosebumps and she hoped that this packing wouldn't take too long.
"Okay," Kevin suddenly said as he looked at Becky, "where do we start?"
"Clothes," Becky answered, "those are always first."
With a nod of his head, Kevin walked over to the drawers and pulled out the amount of clothes that he believed that he needed. "Shirts, pants, underpants, stuff like that," Becky freely stated, "and just throw them in there and shut that suitcase up."
Hearing his sister's instructions, Kevin just threw them in there and bought the lid of the suitcase on top of the clothes. As he tried to zip it shut, the zipper wouldn't move. "It's not closing Becky," he muttered under his breath as he went into a mini battle with the zipper.
"Never fear," Becky said as she flopped on top of the suitcase and tried to put onto it as much weight as she could. She was a bit lightweight but the more weight that she applied on one end of the suitcase was enough for Kevin to zip it shut. "There," she sighed after the heard the suitcase being zipped in place.
"Well," Kevin said as his blue eyes bounced from the suitcase and over to Becky, "that was easy."
Becky chuckled at that. Now that the clothes had been taken care of, all that was needed left was his toothbrush, toothpaste, and comb and he was all set. The rest of the items, she assumed would be taken care of by the other adults. Suddenly, there was a noise heard downstairs like that of a mini stampede and a familiar smell made it's way up to the noses of the two McCallisters. "Do you smell that?" she asked as she took a sniff.
"Mmm pizza," Kevin said with a smile and rose his eyebrows to indicate that his favorite cheese pie was already in the house. That was one of the best things about skipping out on dinner and having it late. Nothing went wrong with pizza.
"I hope they ordered mushrooms," Becky said as she took a hold of Kevin's hand and pulled him along with her. There was no way that she was going to miss out on one of her favorite party foods.
Kevin hurried after her but not until he zipped out of the door and challenged her to a little race. "Last one there is a rotten egg!" he exclaimed as he sped down the stairs yelling pizza.
"Hey!" Becky called out from the top of the stairs, "that's not fair Kevin!" she exclaimed and as she ran down to the stairs she almost lost her footing and tripped. Due to her supporting herself upon the side rail of the stairs she caught herself before her whole body made contact with the steps. If that had happened, it would have left one nasty bruise.
"Careful now little lady," a voice suddenly came to her ears as she looked up and noticed a police officer that was standing by the entrance of the doorway. How long had this police officer been in the house? Becky was not even aware that there was an officer or even his reason for being here. Hopefully no one was getting arrested...and if so, she hoped that Buzz was the culprit due to his mischievous nature.
Straightening herself on the last step of the stairs she gave the officer a nod of her head as an informal greeting and scurried away before she was questioned. Best to let the adults deal with such situations as opposed to teenagers.
In the dining room and kitchen the whole place was packed with the family eating, drinking, and talking over one another. Becky made her way around the pizza boxes trying to find which one was hers. Thank goodness the boxes were marked with the meats and vegetables that they contained or it would have taken a long time for Becky to find one. Sandwiched between a couple of pizza boxes was the one that Becky preferred. Nothing but mushrooms with extra cheese and light sauce. Slowly, she pulled out the pizza box from the others, hoping that the others would stay in place as opposed to falling over but the laws of physics said otherwise. The boxes of pizza slid from their place and onto the counter.
"Oops," Becky said as her eyes darted back and forth, hoping that no one noticed and to her relief, everyone else was busy with their food and speaking about the trip.
As for Kevin, the little youngster was walking about the dining room and kitchen trying to find his preferred pizza. "Did anyone order me a plain cheese?" he asked the others but it had fallen upon deaf ears.
Becky had herself settled onto the counter and she would have offered some of hers but she knew that Kevin was not a fan of mushrooms on his pizza. Would he notice if she pulled the mushrooms away from a couple of slices and gave it to him? That seemed like a plausible idea and with that in mind, Becky pulled away from the counter and picked out each and every single mushroom from one slice. "Hey Kev-" she called out but before she knew it, her little brother had slammed himself against Buzz and the older male was sent towards the counter, spilling the milk everywhere and onto the tickets and passports.
This caused a commotion between the others and the adults and all Becky could do was just sit there and stare at what was going on. "What...just...happened?" she whispered to herself as she then turned her head and noticed her mother pulling Kevin away and scolding him.
"He started it," Kevin accused Buzz, "he ate my pizza on purpose. He knows that I hate mushrooms, and sausages and olives-"
"Look at what you did you little jerk." Becky turned her head to Uncle Frank who had just uttered such a word. He was known to be a bit of a grouch but call his nephew a 'jerk?' That was something that she had never heard him say. The moment of silence seemed to last forever as everyone stared at the younger McCallister for his little misdeed. Even though what Kevin did was uncalled for, some of the other siblings didn't consider sharing any with Kevin. The whole family hadn't eaten a thing since lunchtime and Kevin was probably hungry but having his favorite food be taken away like that was uncalled for...especially from someone that Becky considered to be an older brother. He should've been setting a good example, not stuffing his face in pizza.
However, Kevin was the one who was punished for this and that punishment was being sent upstairs to the third floor. "Say goodnight Kevin," Kate said to her son as she pulled him away from the family.
"'Goodnight Kevin,'" the little one answered her back before they both disappeared from the dining room.
Becky looked from one family member to another as they had busied themselves with the accident that had occurred. At least the milk won't spoil Becky said as she looked at the milk dripping from the counter.
"Aren't you gonna do anything?" Buzz gruffly asked Becky as she looked up at him. He looked upset but Becky didn't think that he should be the one feeling that way.
"Why me? You're the one who started it," Becky told him standing by her younger brother's words even though she had not witnessed what had happened. "If you'll excuse me, I have something to attend to." With that, she closed the lid of her pizza box and walked out of the kitchen and dining room.
