A/N;
Meh, not very happy with this chapter. Then again, I'm rarely ever happy with my writing XD But exam week is coming up soon and, yeah D: BEH.
Just so everyone knows, I know technology and things don't match the time line at all ._. I apologize for that, I have a tendency to mess that up a lot :c
Oh, and I know the CD track list is in the wrong order… Leave it to me to nitpick about this despite knowing it'd be more complicated if I got it correct XD
Review-y times.
ditto9 – Better be ready, though XD I'll be counting on you to call me out if I do! Yay ideas, always good X3 You never need to apologize for random-ness, you should know that by now XD! Let's just hope there's no such dairy products appearing! Hopefully one day I'll level up :'D
omniaki78 – Alas, no, it does not XD! I don't think Billy would be able to afraid it, hehe XD
Lunax89 - *Blows kiss* Mwah! Thank you very mich :'D Hopefully I'll be able to keep it decent :3 BxB Is just adorable, no xD? Bit awkward in this timeframe though XDD
Wind-Deity – Hopefully different's good, hehe X3 I'm glad you like it so far :)
Resident Evil = Capcom's Property.
Resident Evil + Me = Lawsuit XD;
So, definitely not mine.
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"Hey! That's my half!" Billy barked, grabbing the pizza box and grabbing it across the table as Rebecca had reached for a certain slice.
"But I'm still hungry!" She whined, making a grabbing motion with her fingers and looking none too pleased with Billy.
"You've already eaten half of it!" He stated, seeming very protective over his own portion.
It would seem that Billy had taken in the concept 'they're little, they'll eat less' instead of the more well known concept 'they're little so they'll eat a lot to grow up'. It could have also been because of the fact that he had ordered a Hawaiian Pizza, only one medium, and Rebecca had taken an instant liking to the taste. There was the chance that she would have kept eating even if she wasn't hungry at all!
"But I'm still hungry Billllly!!" She cried, trying to reach across the table. He looked at her. Covered in chickenpox and looking like she was about to burst out crying.
"… Fine." He finally relented, pushing the box back over to her. She gave a happy squeal, and grabbed a bigger piece that what she had been aiming for.
"Thank yooou~!" She cooed, before shoving what she could in her mouth.
He groaned slightly as he watched her – She made such a big mess with the whole thing. Too much sauce for the little girl. He mumbled something under his breath and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. As Rebecca licked the remaining sauce off of her fingers, Billy grabbed her wrist and tugged her closer to him, pushing the handkerchief against her mouth. She squirmed and whined, but he just dismissed it while he finished cleaning up her face.
She hated it when her mother did that, and even if it was Billy doing it, she certainly didn't like it any better now. "Stop it!" She demanded.
"I'm done, so you don't have to whinge." He said, stuffing the handkerchief back into his pocket. Billy remained sitting on the edge of the couch, cautiously watching his remaining slices. Which, by now, was only two. He grabbed one of the slices, taking his time with it for now.
"Do you get pizza a lot?" Rebecca asked curiously, eyeing the last slice.
Billy nodded, "Yeah, I guess. Mum works a lot, and I can't cook much, so I have to order food a lot."
"Do you eat it with your dad?" She asked.
"He's my step-dad." He quickly corrected bluntly. He took a bite out of his slice, and rested his arm on the side of the couch. He looked off towards the distance, not wanting to let his mind get too into the subject.
Rebecca tilted her head to the side, not particularly understanding. "What does that mean?" She asked.
"It means he's not my real dad, but he pretends to be." He answered, somewhat bitterly.
"Then who is he?" Rebecca asked curiously.
"He's just a guy that married my mum after my dad left and tries to replace my real dad." He mumbled as an answer, stuffing the rest of the pizza into his mouth before sitting up straight. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
It was all too confusing for Rebecca. Parents were always together, weren't they? The whole concept was hurting her head.
"Can I have the last piece?" She asked after a pause. Billy gave a quiet nod, a simple 'go for it' gesture. She reached over to the pizza box and grabbed the last piece. She did her best to tear the last piece in half. She held one side out to him, and took a bite out of the other.
Billy's gaze wandered over to her, and he gave a slight smile as he took what was offered. "Thanks there, Princess."
Rebecca pouted, "Don't call me that!" She whined. He couldn't help but laugh, quickly eating the half of the slice he had been given before getting set on cleaning up the mess. If he tried to get her to do it, it would turn out worse than what they would have started with!
She finished her half of a slice just as quickly, and sat on the edge of the couch with her legs kicking as she watched Billy. He was balancing the cardboard box in one hand, and using the handkerchief to clean up the sauce and such that got everywhere else. He darted outside to get rid of the evidence via the outside bin, and upon his return sighed. Once again the young girl was covered in sauce. He put the dirty handkerchief on the table, and pulled out an extra one he had in one of his pockets. Rebecca tensed upon seeing it, seeming to know very well what the plan was.
"C'mere." He said, grabbing her wrist once more. She wasn't able to tug her wrist back, and had to put up with the handkerchief once again being patted against her face. The youngster soon had enough of this, pushing Billy's hand away with her free arm while giving a girlish grunt and throwing herself down onto the carpet.
He looked at her for a moment, remembering quite well how he had done the same sort of actions when he threw tantrums. A few years ago, anyway, he was smart enough not to go trying that now.
"That hurt?" He asked as he sat down on the couch again, his voice lacking all but a hint of sympathy. Rebecca didn't reply for a moment, her arms wrapped around herself while she brought her knees closer to herself.
"… Yes!!" She wailed after some time, bursting into tears and getting up on her knees. Billy seemed somewhat startled by this, taken aback by how loud the little girl managed to be. Maybe it was because of all of the energy she had consumed. Now, if he remembered correctly…
"Would a hug make you feel better?" He asked, not seeming too fond of the concept, but anything to stop her from making that noise. Hesitant, he moved his arms apart just enough. She nodded quickly and got to her feet, and basically threw herself into Billy's arm this time, forcing him against the back of the couch. "… Uh, Better, Munchkin?" He was unsure of how to push the little girl away from him once she had clung to him.
"… Yeaah…" She answered half heartedly.
"Alright, good. … Are you going to get off me?" Billy asked, finding it harder to breath. The little girl must have been a descendent of a boa constrictor.
"… Nooo…" She answered quietly, cuddling closer against him, if that was at all possibly. Billy grunted loudly, rolling his eyes and putting his hands on Rebecca's shoulders. He tried to ease her off, but she seemed to stick like glue. He made a mental note to just pat her on the back next time she hurt herself.
"C'mon, get off." He attempted to persuade her, moving his hands to her and trying to move her fingers from their grip. After a good twenty minutes struggle, following the same formula of conversation, the little girl finally let go, Billy placing her firmly on the couch.
Each time she tried to get up, or cling onto him again, he placed his hand on her head and pushed her back down. It took him some time to finally get up off the couch, but she eventually stayed in the one spot. He stopped by the table, where he had earlier put his school bag, and slipped his hand into the main pocket. He pulled out the CD case, opening it up and taking out the disc. Placing the case onto the coffee table, he headed over to a CD player near the TV.
"What are you doing?" Rebecca asked, tilting her head to the side, in a way far too similar to a puppy. She had the look down for pat.
"Putting on some music." He answered simply. There was a light click sound as the lid of the CD player sprung open. This allowed the boy to slip the CD he was holding in the new opening before closing it down, pressing the play button.
"Why?" She quizzed, tilting her head the other way.
"You ask waaaay too many questions." He said, turning to walk back to the couch. He quirked an eyebrow up, "… You look like an owl."
"I don't hoot!" She protested with a pout. Billy chuckled lightly and shook his head, before returning to his seat beside her. He crossed his arms, resting one leg over the other's knee and closed his eyes as the melody began. He just wanted to listen to it.
Rebecca looked at him curiously, putting her hands on his legs and looking up at him. The music in the background had begun slow, but picked up. The beats and rhythms Rebecca could hear would no doubt stay with her for years, even if she were to forget the lyrics.
"… What is this, Billy?" She asked curiously.
"One of the greatest bands in existence." He answered, seeming quite sure of himself and not bothering to open his eyes.
"Greatest bands in existence?"
"Queen." He once more answered.
"Like the one that owns all those pudgy doggies?" She asked.
"… Stop asking so many questions." He said, opening an eye to take a glance at her, "And those are Corkers… I mean, Corgis."
Rebecca crossed her arms, still resting them on his lap and looking up at him with young curiousity.
Time passed between the two, amazingly with very few questions being asked. Rebecca seemed to amuse herself well enough, playing with the buttons and strings of his jacket, after finally relenting and allowing her to sit on his lap.
"What's this?" She asked after a few moments, seeming to tire of her play.
"What's what?" Billy asked, having not been ready to be dragged back into a small conversation.
"This song. What is it?" She repeated, moving her glance to look up at him rather than his jacket. "Hm?" The song which she referred to was in it's last few seconds, having left her question to the last minute.
"It's called Mother Love." He answered simply, seeming to know what number the CD would be on without having to look over – It was a given that he had listened to this one fairly often.
"Is it your favourite?" She asked.
"I guess. When I'm older enough I'm gonna get a tattoo of it on my arm." He answered.
"How can you tattoo music onto your arm?" She asked, her expression and tone showing that she was incredibly confused. She remembered that her father had a tattoo on his back, but he hadn't tattooed sound.
"The name of the song, dummy." He stated, flicking her nose. She whimpered, covering her nose and squeaking in disapproval. "Alright, off Becky."
"Don't call me Becky." Rebecca pouted at him, removing her hands from her face and crossing her arms in an upset fashion. He gave her a perplexed look in return as the final track came to it's end.
"Why not?" He asked, confused as to why she seemed so standoffish about the nickname. He slipped his hands under her arms with a fair bit off difficulty and moved her to the floor, where she stood while he got up.
"Why so?" She asked back, stomping her foot on the ground, "My name isn't Becky! It's Rebecca!"
"You're names Rebecca. And you can shorten that to Becca, right? And catcher than Becca is Becky." He explained calmly, snatching the case off of the coffee table and walking over to the CD player.
"I like Becca." She stated, forgetting her stance against 'Becky' and uncrossing her arms.
"So, Becca it is, then?" He asked, opening the player and retrieving his disc, placing it with care back into it's case.
Rebecca jumped slightly and once again squeaked as there was the loud sound of the front door being unlocked. With the music, they had been unable to hear the sounds outside, and this included the rain against the roof.
"My, it's cold out there!" Rebecca's father said as he closed the door behind him, raincoat draped over him. He was quiet glad that he had decided to bring it with him that day, ignoring the weather forecasts for sunny weather.
"Daddy!" Rebecca squealed, leaning over the side of the couch. Billy bowed his head slightly as the parental figure walked over to his daughter and gave her a pat on the head and a quick hug, before turning his attention to the young man. Billy shrugged off the glance, carefully putting his CD back into his bag and swinging it over his shoulder, ready to leave.
"She didn't cause too must trouble for you, did she?" Mr. Chambers asked, seeming a little… Concerned, with the thought of that. Billy shook his head, humming a 'no' as an answer. Mr. Chambers put a hand in his pocket to fetch his wallet, but Billy simply waved his hand and took a step past him.
"You don't wave to worry about it, just pay me another time." He stated blankly, catching Rebecca's father by surprise. He headed for the door, taking a step out for the rain. He didn't even try to shield himself from the water that was pelting down. Mr. Chambers was ready to offer the young lad an umbrella, but he could tell that he wouldn't be interested.
Billy glanced over his shoulder, seeing Rebecca stand beside the couch now, with a look of heartbreak.
Billy once gave a slight wave, before leaving.
"What a strange boy…" Mr. Chambers mumbled, putting his hand out just in time to catch the back of his daughter's dress as she attempted to run past him.
"Billy, wait!" She sobbed loudly, reaching her small arms out to no avail. "Come baaaack!"
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A/N;
Sorry. I've really been struggling with this and just my writing in general for some reason – I can't seem to get anything down in one sitting.