"Rebecca, darling, have you talked to Wesker?" Millie asked.

Well, she doesn't waste anytime.

Rebecca had just gotten out of her car; it was Friday night, two days after the book club meeting and her first meeting with Wesker and Jake. She grabbed her messenger bag from the car before answering.

"Yeah, I introduced myself." She fiddled with the strap of the bag, not looking into Millie's eyes.

"Did you learn anything?" the queen bee asked.

"The boy's name is Jake."

"Is he Wesker's son?"

"I don't know, they didn't say." She knew that there was no real good reason for lying, but something about Millie seemed really off.

"Oh, darling, you're going to have to do better than that. If you want Avalon's business, that is."

"I don't see why this is so important. If you want to be so nosy, go over yourself! Mr. Wesker's obviously home right now," she indicated the car, "so go ask him all of these stupid questions yourself."

Millie stared at her for a moment. "I'm going to let this go, passing it off as end of the week exhaustion. I want more answers by Wednesday."

Rebecca watched as the woman walked away in her velour jogging suit, her little dog waddling after her. It was in that moment that she believed that it might've been better to move in with Jill in her cramped, downtown apartment.

She glanced over at the Wesker residence and sighed. What was the big deal, any way?

Wesker rolled the dice and sighed.

"Go to Jail," Jake said. Again.

Monopoly had been a joint decision between the two. Jake didn't like chess or checkers, and Wesker refused to do Pictionary. Somehow, they ended up getting Monopoly.

Birkin had suggested setting Friday night for the two of them to do something "fun" together. While he probably had meant going to see a movie or something, the two didn't really like to go out. Hence the board game.

The phone started ringing. Both ignored it for a moment before they looked up at each other.

"The phone-" Jake started.

"I know."

"Aren't you going to pick it up?"

"Nobody calls me." If it was really urgent, Birkin would text him. "It's probably just a telemarketer."

"You're not even going to check?" Jake asked.

Wesker pushed the dice to him. "No. They'll leave a message if it matters."

Right after that, the message started recording. "Hello! It's Rebecca, from the other night, and I was just wondering if you'd want to come over Sunday at sometime. I really enjoyed talking to you to on Wednesday. Call me back either way, bye!"

"Told you to look at it," Jake mumbled.

"No, you asked me if I was going to."

"Same thing!"

Wesker was about to argue, but then figured it was pointless. "She could've just walked over," he mused out loud.

"Maybe she was too scared. Or maybe she didn't want to trip over your stupid rocks." Jake rubbed his scraped knee. "So call her back."

"Why don't you call her back?"

"I dunno, because you're the adult?"

"You're the one who wanted to do something with her on Sunday."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm going to go over there right now and ask her in person. Like a gentleman."

"You're nine."

"And you're like, fifty."

"I am thirty-five, for your information."

He shrugged as he got up. Wesker watched him for a moment before rising to his own feet. Jake looked over his shoulder, smiling.

"What?"

"I dunno, it's just that you're usually pretty stone-cold."

Wesker ignored that and slipped into his neglected pair of flip flops. No need to put on a pair of loafers for a quick walk next door.

The two didn't rush going over, Jake being more cautious about rocks as they walked over. They didn't say anything to the other as they did, both lost in their own thoughts.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Wesker thought he saw a flash of pink, but dismissed it. The women of Avalon weren't super spies or anything…

Jake rang the doorbell, and after a moment, Wesker thought that this was all very silly. He should've just called her back. Maybe she was in the bathtub or something and didn't hear the doorbell.

The boy was about to ring the doorbell again when the door swung open. She was, in fact, in a robe, and she let out a laugh.

"I thought it was going to be someone else. Do you want to come in for dessert? My friend gave me some cupcakes."

Jake looked up at Wesker. "Please?"

It wouldn't hurt to stay for a little while, and… seeing Rebecca counted as 'fun', right?

"You gave my cupcakes to your neighbors?" Luis asked, leaning against the counter.

"Okay, so I was in my studio/bedroom and I heard the doorbell and I don't know, I thought it was Millie again but nope, it was Wesker and his son, the source of my issues."

"And you were in your robe?"

"Yes, alright? Any way, of course I invited them in for cupcakes because you gave me a dozen and what am I supposed to do with a dozen cupcakes before they go stale? What else was I supposed to do?"

"Tell them to go home because it was what, nine o'clock on a Friday night?"

"I'm not rude."

The brunet laughed. "I know. So are the three of you doing anything tomorrow?"

"Yeah, actually. Breakfast, or brunch, or whatever meal you have at 10 o'clock. I was thinking peach cobbler."

"Your peach cobbler? You're spoiling them!"

"I have to if I want any real business," Rebecca told him as she put another tiger lily in the vase.

"I thought that Millie only threatened you about the book club," he said, beginning to frown.

"Yeah, but those ladies know how to network. Over half my sales come from their husbands' companies or their friends or whatever. If Millie ruins me, that all goes away."

"So you're supposed to dig up dirt on your neighbor for gossiping suburban housewives?"

"I feel like I'm in a bad season of Desperate Housewives, okay?"

He laughed again. "I'll try advertising you a little more, alright? And I'll make sure Leon does, too. It'll be okay, whatever happens."

"Thanks."

"So, on the plus side, is he hot?"

Rebecca stared at him for a moment, trying not to blush but failing. "Yeah, he's super hot. He's like, taller than Chris, and paler, with green eyes."

"Buff?"

"Buff."

"And he's got a pretty good job, a kid, a nice house, and doesn't seem like a douchebag. Sounds like the full package."

"He really does seem like it. I'm just…"

"Not ready."

"Well yeah, my fiance died in a helicopter crash. And I ran away from our apartment in San Francisco to come here."

"It's not that bad here. After all, I'm here." He said it with a smile.

"I know." She sighed. "I hate Millie. Why do I have to do this?"

"You live next store to the guy?"

"No, I mean, why do they care?"

"He's like a rare creature. You know he's there, but you don't know anything about him. Like a platypus."

She rolled her eyes. "Get out."

Luis leaned over more to ruffle her hair. "I'm just down the street if you need me."

"I know, see ya."

Later that night, Rebecca was lying on her bed. Music crooned out of her radio's speakers as she tried reading a book, but she couldn't focus. She thought about last night, with Wesker and Jake just showing up. It was a surprise, though it was nice. She liked talking to them.

She rolled over and looked out of her window. She could just see one of the bedroom windows and realized after a moment that it must be Wesker's.

Right there.

The thought, strangely enough, made her smile.

"I just don't want him to find out and hate me," she whispered. He seemed so secluded and it was probably only because of Jake that he was even attempting to reach out.

She was betraying them, wasn't she? They were telling her these things and she was supposed to turn around and tell the Book Club so that they could gossip about it and let rumors run amok. It was horrible to even think about.

She groaned before rolling over again, trying to concentrate on the book.

"What I'm getting from this is that you actually like a girl," Ada said after Wesker had finished his little rant about how Rebecca seemed nice but the women of Avalon were, overall, evil.

"I know, right?" Birkin said, smiling. "I'm so happy! I want to go on a double date with Annette and them."

Ada rolled her eyes. "If you're so worried about these Avalon chicks, why did you invite her over?"

Wesker shrugged as he put one last file into his bag. "She seems different."

"Watch her be gay," Ada said, a smile on her lips. "She sounds like my type."

"Oh, yay," he said dryly. "I would take every chance I could get to ruin your dates."

"You're awful."

"Before you two start throwing around insults, I have an idea!" Birkin told them. "Why don't the four of us," Wesker assumed he meant himself, Annette, their daughter Sherry, and Ada, "come over for brunch. I've always wanted to see your dining room in use. And we can assess Rebecca."

"And terrify her into never talking to me again?"

"Are we that bad?" Ada and Birkin said in unison.

"Sometimes," he said with a sigh. "If you really want to spend your Sunday morning like that, be my guest."

"It sounds wonderful," the woman said. "I'll make sure to dress appropriately."

"Be sure that you do," Wesker said, eyeing her tight fitting clothes. "Please don't scar my son."

She laughed. "I won't. Good night, you two!" she said as she sauntered out of the room.

"How's Jake doing anyway?" Birkin asked.

"He's alright. Meeting Rebecca was the highlight of his week, I think. He's already fallen and hurt himself."

"How? The rocks?"

"The rocks."

"Annette told you those were a hazard."

"Annette thinks that everything is a hazard," Wesker reminded him. "I'm sometimes shocked that she lets Sherry go to school."

William shrugged as the two walked out together. "So does nine thirty sound good for tomorrow? We'll come early to help set up."

"Sure."

"I'm curious though, are you going at this at a keep-your-enemies-close angle? Or will you drop Rebecca if we don't like her?"

Wesker thought about how happy Jake was to have somebody else in the house. "We'll see. I'm not sure yet."

Birkin leaned against his car, some kind of smile on his lips. "I'll guess we'll find out tomorrow."

"I suppose we will. Good night, Birkin."

"Good night, Albert. I'll see you tomorrow!" he said before getting into his car.

Wesker nodded before heading to his own car.

Before he took a shower, he checked to make sure Jake was in bed. the boy was sprawled out on top of his bed, probably too hot for the sheets, but he appeared to be asleep.

Wesker felt bad for coming home so late-almost one in the morning-but he couldn't rewrite his whole schedule for him. And he didn't totally neglect him-he checked in on him throughout the day. In fact, ever since he came home to find Jake trying to get his knee to stop bleeding, he found that he was a slightly paranoid parent. He figured he wasn't to Annette's level yet but the worrying was still there. He sighed before softly closing the door.

Maybe it was time to dig those rocks up.

Rebecca glanced at the clock and groaned at seeing it was one fifteen. She rarely stayed up this late, but she wasn't tired. She flicked the nightstand light off though, going to force herself to sleep.

She looked out of the window one last time to see that Wesker was finally home-one of the lights was on in the room.

She stared at the window for a moment, wondering if she would catch a glimpse of him, then waved the idea off and shut her eyes.

Author's Note: I love writing this story. I hope y'all enjoy it as well!

FYI: I try to post every three days. Since I'm in school, some nights I'm swamped with homework, and I actually haven't tried writing a story for this wonderful website since I started high school, so fingers crossed that I can still do that! I do like to write ahead so I'm kind of consistent with the updates, so it shouldn't be a huge problem.

I hope everyone is having a great day!

~HolleringHawk65