This story, REALLY needed to be re-written. So, here I am. Re-writing it. It should be a hell of a lot better than the original.

Wilbur Robinson was sitting in Math 2. He absolutely hated math. It was his worst subject in school. History was his best subject, for obvious reasons. He sighed as he tried to work out one of the problems in the book. Little Johnny is… blah blah blah…. Something about a triangle…. Blah blah blah…. Wilbur thought as he skimmed through the problem. Bingo! Find the missing measure of the triangle. Okay, sounds easy enough. So the area of a triangle is ½ base times height. But the base is missing so you take the height times the answer then multiply that by two. Gah! That can't be right. Wilbur thought to himself. He rubbed his temples and tried to figure it out again. He needed to pass this class, or else his mother would kill him.

"Ahem." A girl said from behind him, "Do you need help Wilbur?" Wilbur was concentrating so hard that he hadn't noticed that the teacher had stopped teaching and let them talk for the remainder of the period. Wilbur looked behind him at the girl. She had shoulder length brown hair with black tips. She had dark brown eyes, so dark that sometimes they looked as if they were black. She was fourteen, but looked like she was sixteen; but she was a few inches shorter than Wilbur. Her name was Morgan Showstine.

Wilbur gave her a charming smile, "Yes. Please Morg." He said. The two had been friends for a while now. He met her when they were both in fourth grade. The two became best friends almost instantly. They told each other everything and never doubted what the other said. They were true best friends.

Morgan gave him a smile, "Okay." She said as she explained the problem to him. It was easier for Wilbur to understand if Morgan told him. She was an excellent teacher. Eventually Wilbur understood.

"Hey Morg, do you wanna come over tonight? Me and you could work on our 'Left 4 Dead' game."

Morgan gave him a smile, "Oh hell yes. I'll walk over around six? Unless Mom's home. Then I'll come over about four. Okay?" Morgan said. Morgan and her mother had problems. Morgan's mother had a drinking problem. She would scream and yell at Morgan for no reason, until one day Morgan just ran to Wilbur's house. He only lived about five minutes away if she walked.

The bell rang and the kids ran off, "Okay. Whenever you want to come over. You know you're family. You don't need to ask to come over." Wilbur said. It was true. She didn't need to ask, she could just walk over in the middle of the night and she'd be welcome.

"Great see you then. Oh and I'm bringing horror movies!" Morgan yelled as she and Wilbur went their separate ways.

Wilbur walked into the Robinson house at about three. Wilbur kicked off his shoes and walked down the hall. When he came to a big double door, with music symbols for door knobs, he pushed it open. Inside his mother was standing at her podium conducting.

"Hey Wil." She said as she signaled the frogs to quit.

"Hey mom." Wilbur said. He noticed one of the frogs sitting on his mother's podium. "Hey Frankie."

The nicely dressed frog looked at him, "Hey." He said as he nodded his head a little.

"What do you need Wilbur?" Franny asked.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know that Morgan's gonna spend the night tonight. Alright?" Wilbur said. He knew his mother wouldn't have a problem with it. He always gave her a warning though.

Franny smiled, "Of course it's alright. Why wouldn't it be? OH and your father's coming home today." Franny informed. Wilbur's day was just getting better and better. Morgan was coming over and then he'd finally get to see his dad. He hadn't seen him for two weeks.

"Oh that's great!" He exclaimed.

Before Wilbur left Franny stopped him, "Wilbur, what time is Morgan coming over?" she asked.

"Oh, she'll be here either around four or six. Depending on if her mother's home or not." Wilbur said. Franny didn't like Mrs. Showstine very much. She was a terrible drunk and yelled at Morgan for no reason.

"Alright, just let me know when she gets here."

"I will mom." Wilbur said before he left his mother and Frankie. Wilbur had some homework to do. He quickly finished his history homework in less than half an hour. He laid around for a while, and then decided that he would get something to eat.

When Wilbur got to the kitchen, it was quiet. He sighed. His family had all gone for the week. Tallulah, Laszlo, Carl, Petunia, and Fritz had all gone to the Art and Fashion shows in England. Billy and Joe went to the Train convention for their anniversary for a couple weeks. Gaston and Art had gone somewhere but Wilbur really didn't know for sure. Bud and Lucille had gone to Antarctica because Bud wanted to pet some penguins. Wilbur sighed, it was too quiet in the house without them.

Wilbur was about to fix a bowl of cereal when the door busted open, "Wilbur!" Morgan yelled. She was clearly out of breath.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly. Morgan put her hands on her knees and tried to catch her breath. Wilbur took her over-night bag off of her and sat it on the counter.

"My-mom's-coming!" She panted. Wilbur's eyes widened. Mrs. Showstine never came over unless she was in a drunken stupor.

"MOM!" Wilbur screamed at the top of his lungs. That'll get her down here fast. He thought. He needed her to stop Mrs. Showstine from taking Morgan back.

Franny appeared moments later, "What happened?" She practically yelled.

"Morgan's mom's coming!" Wilbur warned. He received a glare from his mother.

"You screamed at the top of your lungs to tell me Karen's coming?" She said as she put her hands on her hips.

"But Mom," Morgan interrupted. She had been calling Franny 'mom' since she had met her. She considered Franny more of a mother than her own, "Karen's unbelievably drunk. She chased me here in the car! She almost hit me a couple of times." Morgan said. Franny looked at the girl in shock. She knew that Morgan's mom could be a little outrageous, but trying to hit the poor girl with a car? That was too much for Franny to handle.

"Oh. I'll take care of it then." Franny said coldly. A moment later the doorbell rang. Franny walked over to the door, Wilbur and Morgan close behind. They were close enough to see, but not close enough to be seen.

"Hello Franny. I've come for Morgan." Was all Karen said. Wilbur and Morgan could feel the tension between the two mothers.

"Well Morgan is staying here tonight, Karen. She and Wilbur have a fun night planed." Franny said with as much manners as she could. Karen and Franny stared each other down. Neither breaking eye contact. Karen knew that she couldn't fight with Franny over Morgan. She had tried it once before.

Flashback:

Karen had come stomping over to The Robinson house. Franny, Morgan, and Wilbur were outback. Franny was talking with Frankie and Wilbur and Morgan were playing chargeball. Karen walked around back, and grabbed Morgan by her arm roughly. She began to pull her away from the Robinson house. Franny had seen the interaction and quickly intervened. She did not like the way that Karen was pulling Morgan.

"Karen, can I help you with something?" Franny asked as politely as she could. Karen looked at Franny. Her eyes were blood shot "No. I'm taking her home." She spat.

Franny resisted the urge to kick her into next week, "Well. I was going to take Morgan and Wilbur shopping later. I'll bring her home afterwards. That is, if there's not a problem." Franny always had a 'mess-with-me-and-I'll-kick-your-ass' demeanor. Even though Karen was drunk, she wasn't stupid. She let go of Morgan, walked back to her car, and sped out of the driveway.

End Flashback:

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow." Karen growled as she left the house. Franny closed the door and gave the kids a satisfactory smile. Wilbur and Morgan thanked Franny and went off to play chargeball before it got too late.