Disclaimer: I do not own Home Alone.
As Becky made her away out of the dining room and onto the set of stairs, she noticed that the mysterious policeman that had been hovering over their entrance was gone. Becky found it strange as to why there would be a policeman within their home. Had he scoured out the whole neighborhood and asked if they were secure enough during the holidays? Was it only just for those going on vacation or also those who were staying at home? Whatever the case was, she was relieved that the policeman was gone. To her, it seemed like he just wanted to 'check' their house other than for the security reasons.
Making her way upstairs, it wasn't long until Becky came in contact with another set of shoes making their way downstairs. "Oh Becky..." the familiar, yet exhaustive voice said as her mother ran a hand over her own red locks and looked at her. The blue eyes that always held a lot of shine and life in them looked disappointed and very fatigued. Beck didn't blame her for feeling that way. All this planning for the trip was enough to make anyone feel exhausted especially being in a house full of people. However, all of the exhaustion and frustration shouldn't have been taken out on Kevin. "Where are you going with that?" Kate suddenly asked as she looked at the pizza box.
"To Kevin," Becky answered her mother, "he hasn't eaten since lunch and it's very late for him."
Kate let out a sigh, not upon hearing Becky's words but mostly because she had not been aware that her youngest son had not eaten for hours and she had only taken him upstairs and away from all of it. "Fine," she said to her, "but don't stay too long up there. We are all going to bed earlier than usual for tomorrow."
"Of course," the teen answered with a nod of her head and continued on her way to find Kevin. As she walked through the halls of the house, Becky passed by the bedroom that she shared with Linnie and heard a slight clatter onto the window. Walking inside her bedroom, she noticed a couple of rocks that were being thrown towards the window and that was a familiar sign to her. With a chuckle, she opened the window and looked down to see a young boy with dark curls who lived just down the street from the Murphy's.
"Good evening Freckles!" the young boy yelled towards Becky.
"Good evening Loser!" Becky shot back with a smirk as she looked down at him.
"Lucas would suffice!" the young male exclaimed back to her but a smile rested upon his lips as he stared over at the teen, "just visiting to tell you to have a good trip for tomorrow."
"Thanks," Becky said, "you too. Have fun in Montreal!"
"I will," Lucas said to her with an attempt at giving her a salute before he headed his way back to his house.
Becky watched as she noticed his figure get smaller throughout the distance before she shut the window. Lucas and Becky shared the same age of fourteen but Lucas was only a couple of months older than Becky. The great thing about being neighbors and friends was that the two would poke fun at each other and none would get offended. It even reminded her of the good times that she used to have with her brothers and sisters when she was young before they all grew and deemed everything to be too sensitive for their liking.
"Okay Kevin...where are you?" Becky whispered to herself as she came upon a door that led to the third floor. Gently shutting the door behind her, she made her way up the stairs until she noticed a small body that was curled into a ball on the bed. "Kevy?" she said as she called him by a nickname that she referred him to at times.
"Don't call me that," Kevin mumbled but refused to even look at his sister. A part of him had been silently weeping when his mother had left but the other part of him felt hurt that no one of this siblings said anything to defend him, especially Becky.
The teen tilted her head to the side as she looked at Kevin. He sounded upset but how was she to smooth things over? "I got you pizza?" she said it as a question as she held up the cardboard box that contained the pizza.
"I don't want any," the younger McCallister stubbornly said.
Well, that was quite the surprising answer. "Kevin McCallister? Not liking pizza? What is this...another dimension that I have fallen into?" Becky jokingly asked as she made her way around the bed and plopped herself onto it. "And I even took the time to bring this up to you." Even though it was originally a mushroom pizza, Becky had made sure to remove each and every one of them and consume them. Why waste good mushrooms?
Kevin's eyes traveled over to the pizza box that lied between them and with a sigh, he straightened himself into a sitting position. "Thanks I guess," he said as he opened the box and took one of the slices before gradually nibbling on it.
Becky looked as he took the slice as a small smile came to her lips. At least he's eating she thought before her smiled then disappeared. "Kevin, what happened down there? I look down and next thing I know, milk is spilled all over the counter."
"Buzz started everything," Kevin began to protest, "he ate my pizza on purpose and he knows that I hate other toppings on them. I did what I did because I didn't want him to get away with it...and when I do something, I always get blamed for it."
Becky remained silent as she heard his words. Yes, that sounded about right. It was even a constant battle that she had between all of her siblings, Buzz included. "Can't say that he didn't deserve it," she responded and leaned onto one of the pillows that rested upon the bed.
"And mom sends me up here," Kevin said, "why me? Why not Buzz?"
Becky didn't have an answer to that. Maybe because Buzz wasn't considered to be at fault? Maybe because he had every right to eat cheese pizza? Maybe because he was considered mature? "I have no idea," Becky answered with a shake of her head before propping the side of her head on her hand and looking at Kevin. "But I think its better to just let it go from your mind. It's not going to matter anymore...especially tomorrow morning."
Kevin didn't say anything about that. This whole preparation for the trip was mostly a mood killer than anything that Kevin had expected and it made him less thrilled to even go to Paris. "Yeah, I guess so," he said to her with a small smile and took another slice of the pizza. He was really hungry and he didn't even notice the aroma of the mushroom that slightly lingered upon the warm pie.
"You don't seem too excited about it," Becky pointed out but she was going to try her hardest to make it as interesting of trip as she could for the young boy. "There's beautiful places to visit, restaurants, cafés...and they even let their pets in the restaurant."
"Too bad that we can't take our dog," Kevin said, "then again, mom and dad never thought it was necessary to make a passport for him."
"Oh he's a big, strong dog," Becky chuckled, "he'll take good care of himself and mom and dad made sure that he was comfortable in his kennel before they sent him over to a pet hotel. He needs to be taken care of while we're away even though he's big enough to do it himself," Becky narrated.
"Becky," Kevin said, "he doesn't always take care of himself," he said that matter-of-factly.
"Alright wise guy," Becky chuckled, "he doesn't all the time."
Chuckling, the young boy leaned over and placed his head onto her arm. She had at least tried to make him feel better and he was thankful for that. To him, it seemed that Becky was the only one who appreciated him and the others just hated him, even though that was not true, but all the punishments and blames that he was faced with he just felt like he was the black sheep of the whole family.
"Can you stay up here tonight?" Kevin asked her, "mom said that she's placing Fuller somewhere else and even if he wets the bed, I've gotten used to having someone," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
Fuller and his history of wetting beds Becky thought to herself. "Well, let's not have this bed be a victim," she said, "but we should change first into our pajamas first." Her pajamas were in her room but she would quickly throw them on and make her way back to her sibling.
"Alright," Kevin said as he reached for his in his drawer.
Becky left the room to allow him to change and made her way to her room. The pajamas were mindlessly thrown upon her bed as opposed to Linnie's neatly folded ones. She threw on her pajamas and made her way back over to the third floor and noticed Kevin finishing off the last slice of pizza.
"All done," Kevin announced as he took the empty cardboard box and place it elsewhere in the room. There was no trashcan where he could throw it in and he didn't want to go downstairs to face the others again. He made his way over to the bed and threw the covers off before snuggling into them and Becky made herself comfortable to the other side. "Thanks Becky," Kevin said to her, "for listening to me."
Once Becky's head had hit the pillow her eyes were halfway closed and when she heard Kevin's words, she let out a gentle questionable hum. "Anytime Kevy, anytime," she said with a yawn, "goodnight little brother."
"Goodnight," Kevin said as she turned his side on the other side of the bed, but he didn't go to sleep right away. He replayed the situation that had happened not to long ago and the distress that it had caused everyone, especially his mother. The best thing to do, and Kevin wasn't fond of doing it, was to apologize to everyone. With those thoughts in his mind, Kevin slowly shut his eyes and gradually went into a deep sleep.
