RE Fic : Aide-memoire : Ch. 1

A/N;

This is a gift fic if anything for my friend Toshyii X3 I brought the idea up at school and she asked me to go on with it (It had been a single little concept I wanted to scribble).
Well, the chicka has always been there for me, so it’s no surprise that I said yes?

SO, this is just something small to pay her back for all the times she’s been there for me thought the small problems and the (sadly very often at one point) large problems with both my life and me in general.

Props to you, Toshyii, you’ve put up with me for nearly five years !

This chapter’s just a small, setting things up chapter >_>; Sorry, Toshyii!!

Anyway, on with it…

Resident Evil Does not belong to me, and considering this fanfic, that’s a very good thing XD

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Saturdays.

Saturdays always had something for someone.

Maybe it was the fact that they got to sleep in. Or the fact that there was no school. Perhaps a day off. And on some occasions, a birthday.

It was none of those things that made this day ‘something’ for a certain someone. Yes. She did have a day off from prep – Which, thus far, she greatly missed and longed for her nap times once again – but that was simply not the most attention grabbing thing to the youngster. Not today.

The four-year-old had rested her hands against the lounge room window, watching the scene across the road. She always seemed far too curious for her own good – Even more that what was expected for her age, which was a fair bit to begin with. She had been nicknamed ‘sticky-beak’ at kindergarten, though still didn’t know that it basically meant she was too nosey. She thought she had been called a bird.

But her thoughts were far from that now. The scene was much, much more interesting than what she had been nicknamed.

Two vans were parked outside of the house directly across from hers. Men were moving back and fourth between the house and the vans, moving things in and going back for more. It was something she had seen quite often – That house seemed to have something on a curse on it. People who moved in there only lasted around six months before high-tailing it out of there.

She herself liked that house, and didn’t particularly know why people acted like that.
‘Must be a grown-up thing’ she would often put it down to.

On the note of grown-ups, two happened to be standing outside as things were moved. A man and a woman. She thought they must be married, and wondered if they had any kids she might be able to play with. Jill was usually too rough for her, while Claire was always too busy entertaining herself or stealing her older brother’s things. Heaven forbid she tried to go near the boys, either.

As one of the vans drove away, empty of all furniture and objects, a third rolled up to the road. It came to a steady stop, the engine shutting off.

She tilted her head. Usually there weren’t that many vans. The people must have had a lot of things. She wondered what exactly.

The roller of the van rolled up, before a steel grating was kicked out with a fair bit of force. She jumped, the first thing coming into her mind was ‘ghost van’, as no-one had gone around the back to open it. She was lucky not to fall off of the ledge.

A young boy stalked out from the back of the van – He was probably just about to enter his teen years, and was already feeling the impending doom to follow with his next birthday. This Saturday had nothing for the boy, and this was evident by his body language. He looked at the ground, hands shoved in his pockets, his shoulders high.

He glanced as his father addressed him, before heading back into the van – He wandered out soon after, carrying a box of things. Maybe the boy and the box weren’t exactly on good terms – After all, it would appear that he had spent what was a very long trip in the back of a van.

“Rebecca,” She squeaked at the mention of her name, “Why don’t you get down from there?”

She looked over at her mother standing by the couch. She shook head, just pushing herself closer to the window.

“If you get down and wait for your father, I’m sure he’ll take you over to meet the neighbours.” Her mother offered with a smile. Rebecca quickly jumped down from the ledge of the window while her mother opened the door, walking off to find her husband.

However, it would seem young Rebecca had no intention of waiting for any parental supervision. She had already made it out of the front door, through the front yard, and was about to cross the road before it was even known she had moved from her spot.

Right, Left, look Right again. She cautiously crossed the road, hurrying across. Thankfully there were no cars going across the street – A girl her age would have horrible depth perception and bad things could have resulted from the little stunt, even if she was in the ‘gifted’ category.

The woman in front of the house was the first one to notice the young girl’s appearance. If anything she seemed in shock that the little girl had actually had the guts to run across the road like that – and also shocked from the fact that her parents didn’t seem to be around.

Rebecca dusted off her green dress. It was pastel coloured, ruffled top half while the rest seemed straight, having been ironed only that morning. The pink bottom it had looked almost like ribbon, covering her knees. Her hair was short, brown in colour, and clipped back with a few hair clips. She appeared innocent enough.

She waved to the startled woman, putting her hands behind her back and fiddling with the brightly coloured plastic bracelets that were on her right wrist. Her sandals almost seemed to match them.

“Why hello there…” The woman greeting, just managing to regain her breath, “Who are you, sweetie?”

She smiled brightly in reply, “My name’s Rebecca Chambers!” She chirped loudly and happily, “I live across the street!”

The woman motioned for her to come closer – She was worried about the little girl’s safety near that wide road. Rebecca took a few steps forward, looking down to make sure she didn’t step on any cracks. She had remembered as well the rhymes that the kids had sung in kindergarten. Don’t step on a crack, or you’ll break your mother’s back.

“What brings you all the way over here, Rebecca? It’s a long way across that road.” The woman asked, squatting down to try and see Rebecca eye-to-eye.

“I wanted to say ‘Hi’.” Rebecca smiled, swaying a small bit from side to side. She wasn’t able to stay very still.

“Well that certainly was nice of you, Rebecca.” The woman smiled back. “My family and I weren’t expecting to have a little welcoming guest.” She looked to the side, seeing her son moving another box back into the house. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like if her son had been a girl instead. He wouldn’t have been very happy to hear her thinking about that.

She turned her attention back to Rebecca. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I don’t have any children your age.” Rebecca shifted uneasily. Dang, she had really been hoping. “Unfortunately my boy’s turning thirteen in a few months. Just a bit too old to be one of your playmates.”

“Why?” Rebecca asked audibly.

“Because I believe that’s eight years difference by the looks of you? Plus he’s a boy, sweetie, I don’t think you’d really get along.”

“Why?”

“Something just tells me.” She said, unsure of how to answer the young girl. Her eyes gazed over to the house across the street. She still couldn’t see the parents, but thought it would probably be a good idea for her to head back. She didn’t want the little girl to get hurt while they were unpacking. She could kill too birds with one stone. “You should probably be heading back, dear.”

Rebecca nodded, and headed to the road again. The woman quickly grabbed her wrist, tugging her back. Rebecca gave a loud squeak once more, completely caught off guard.

“I’m sorry,” The woman apologized, “But you shouldn’t go over the road on your own. Just hold on a second, alright?” She hesitantly let go of Rebecca’s wrist, and turned to her son as he grabbed another box.

“Billy!” The boy turned his head, responding to his name. “Do you think you could take Rebecca here across the road?”

He simply dropped the box back into the van and walked over, not giving a verbal answer. Not out of snarkiness, but because he simply seemed to be too drowsy to give a decent reply. The ride in the van had been long and bumpy.

His mother gave him a slight nod before heading inside to go help set everything back up.

Rebecca looked up at him. For a young guy, he was certainly tall. Not just to Rebecca, but for his age. He looked nearly intimidating.

Of course, to Rebecca, he simply looked cuddly.

“Hiii~!” She cooed affectionately. He looked at her awkwardly.

“… Hey.” He replied, given very little time to do so.

“My name’s Rebecca!” She announced proudly.

“… That’s great.”

“What about you? Who’re you~?” She quizzed happily.

“I’m the new guy.” He answered with a scoff.

“No, your name, silly!” She giggled. She raised her hand up to him, wiggling her fingers when he did not take hold after a few moments. He looked at her, then to the road before unenthusiastically taking hold of her small hand.

“Billy.” He answered, looking around the corner of the van. There weren’t any cars, by the looks of things. She looked up at him while he was distracted. She had to look up quite high. He towered over her, though not near as much as his mother did, but he was still…

“You’re big.” She stated after a few moments. He looked down at her, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, you’re annoying.” He said, not sure how to respond.

“I mean, really really big! You’re huuuge.” She went on, ignoring the insult that had been thrown at her. He groaned, and took a step onto the road. She dragged her feet, clearly not wanting to go very fast. “Are you strong? You carried a lot of boxes, why did you do that? If a horse broke off of it’s cart, would you be able to pull the cart? Are you as strong as a horse?”

He kept his eyes on the house across from them. “I’m not big, I’m a few centimeters taller than I’m meant to be, I’m not huge, I’m average strength, I carried all of those boxes to help my dad move stuff, No I wouldn’t pull it, and I’m not as strong as a horse.” He attempted to answer all of her questions. She dug her heels into the ground, but it managed very little resistance against him dragging her by the hand.

“You are strong!” She stated loudly, trying to pull back. She didn’t want to head back so quickly. It was pretty boring at home, and she wanted to stay and watch. Maybe she could help. She liked to help people…

He paused, just on the edge of the road. He tossed her a glance. She was red in the cheeks a bit, from putting in so much effort to stay in the one spot.

“You’re gonna sprain something if you keep it up.” He stated, taking a few steps once again.

“You’re being mean!” She stated loudly, continuing to drag her feet. He blinked a few times.

“How am I being mean?” He asked.

“I don’t know!”

“You don’t know?”

“You’re just being mean!” She repeated. He shook his head, managing to get her onto the front lawn of her house.

“Well then, you’d better get going, Munchkin.” He said, letting go of her hand. She quickly grabbed onto his wrist with both hands, unable to get a good grip with only one.

“I’m not a Munchkin!” She pouted.

“Munchkins always say they’re not Munchkins.” He stated. She let go of his wrist and stomped her foot on the ground.

“Cool it, Princess.” He said, seeming to keep the calm voice that he had had from the start. He leant down slightly, and poked the tip of her nose, “Boop.”

He quickly stood up straight and turned. Glanced once left, once right, and headed across the road, going back to help his father again.

Rebecca had covered her cheeks and closed her eyes, swaying more than she had earlier. She squealed happily to herself, feeling herself blush a deep red.

Quite suddenly it dawned on her that she liked that boy a considerable amount. Munchkin, okay… He’d be allowed to call her that. And Princess, too.

“Rebecca Chambers, you get in here this instant!!” Rebecca’s mother yelled loudly. Rebecca didn’t seem to notice the angry tone. She just watched Billy for another minute, then skipped back inside.

Saturday had something for Rebecca, something extra special. The little girl’s first puppy crush.

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A/N;

Uhm |D; Sorry guys. I’m continuing this. Me, Toshyii and Shin worked out far too many things for it to just ditch it after one chapter XD;
Oh and don’t worry :c We don’t support Pedophilia.
JUST PUPPY CRUSHES I myself find it ADORABLE when little kiddies have crushes on people older than them X3 And I hate little kiddies, so that’s something right there XD