Rebecca in the Middle: A Malcolm in the Middle Love Story

Chapter 10: Funeral

Today is an important day, I found out that my Aunt Helen, died. But, on top of that I never really knew her and she never knew me. So, it means I'm just going to her funeral for no apparent reason then. Well, when I do think about it. I'm coming because I want to pay my respects for Aunt Helen's sake.

I'm in the bathroom having my hair in those 1940s type of curls, with my pearl earrings and necklace, black dress, white clutch bag, and black pumps. "Julie, listen. I'm sorry that I'm canceling out so late." Said, a voice on the phone with my BFF, Julie. I think it's Malcolm. I went to the door to eavesdrop on his conversation. "No, but I guess my mom was." Said, Malcolm. "She keeps saying on how important this is."

"Anyway, I'm really sorry. Especially, since you're stuck with the extra ticket." Said, Malcolm. "Who's Jimmy?!?!" Worriedly, Malcolm. Oh, now it just got pretty interesting. I heard footsteps come in the room.

"Did you call that girl?" Said, the voice. It was mom. "Yes, I called her. I called her and told her that I couldn't go to the concert, and now she's probably gonna go and invite someone else."Complained, Malcolm.

That's why, he called Julie. She invited him to go watch a concert with him. I wonder which band was it? Oh yeah, it was Hanson. She would ask me. But, I told her that I wasn't a big fan, so she asked Malcolm instead. "Well, Malcolm. I'm sorry that my mother's sister the women, who took care care of me everyday after school, had to die." Said, mom.

Oh, now that's something you shouldn't have an arguement against. She went on. "And inconvience, your social life." Said, mom. I heard her footsteps left the room. I came out of the bathroom door. "Wow, that was pretty low, Malcolm. Even for you." I said. "How long we're you in there?" He asked.

"Long enough, to know how selfish and how conceited you are." I said. "Look, even though I didn't know who Aunt Helen was, doesn't mean I should come and pay my respects for her." "But, Becky. You don't understand, it's Julie. You know I have a crush on her." Said, Malcolm.

"Yeah, I know. But, picture it like this." I said. "How would you feel if the person you cared about didn't go to your funeral?" "I feel sad." He said. "Exactly, that's what would Aunt Helen would feel if we don't go to her funeral." I replied.

"Yeah, you're right, Becky. But, I still feel bad about Julie." He said. "Fine, just go to the funeral to pay her respects and keep your social life out of it and just keep it in your head, got it?" I said.

"Got it." Agreed, Malcolm. "No, go get ready I'll meet you in the kitchen." I said. He nodded. I left the room. Mom came in the kitchen. "Who's this?" Said, mom when she saw a boy next to Reese eating cereal. "How should I know?" Shrugged, Reese. "Hal?" Asked, mom to dad. "Beats me." Shrugged, dad.

"Dewey?" Asked, mom. Dewey came in the kitchen. "Is this a friend of yours?" Asked, mom. "Uh huh." Nodded, Dewey. "Who is he?" Asked, mom. "I don't know." Said, Dewey. "What's your name, son?" Asked, dad. The boy stopped eating cereal and just whispered his name. "Did he say Greg?" Asked, dad. "I thought, he said Craig." Said, mom.

"His name is Egg." Said, Dewey. "Egg?" Confused, dad. "I named him." Said, Dewey. I came in the kitchen. "Hi, guys." I smiled. "Hi, Becky." Said, everyone. "Hi, gorgeous." Winked, Reese. I just rolled my eyes, to shrug it off my shoulder.

"Hi, Reese." I said. "You look hot and gorgeous, for Aunt Helen's funeral." Said, Reese. "Thanks?" I said. "I try not to make myself look too distracting for people to notice, y'know?" "Well, you don't have too. You already do." Smiled, Reese.

"Thanks." I smiled back. "You're welcome." He said, while drinking his orange juice. "Becky, um. Do you know who this is?" Asked, mom. "That's Egg, Dewey's friend." I replied. I went to go sit down and eat my breakfast. Mom went back to the Egg situation. "Well, you can't keep him." Said, mom to Dewey. "He needs to go home. Ok?" "Ok." Said, Dewey. Dewey put a reassuring arm on Egg's shoulder to motion him to go home.