Hiiii. This is my Willet oneshot, I hope you like it.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MEET THE ROBINSONS OR THE INCREDIBLES.

I never saw this coming. No one did. It's so unbelieveable that no one thought it was real. I wish it wasn't. I wish everything was back to the way it was before the accident. But, they were all just merely memories now.

I am crying my eyes out on my dad's shoulder, sitting on his lap. I looked up and saw all the people surrounding the teen in the white box. I saw two of them who were crying the most. They were his parents. His mom was crying into his dad's chest, while his dad was violently sobbing as well. That's a first, I never saw his dad cry. Ever. He was the most emtionally strong man I've ever seen. It was a really sad sight watching him breakdown.

The teen in the white box wouldn't like this. He doesn't like sad music and dark clothing. He likes futuristic music and silly clothing. I asked if we could play HIS and HIS clothing to the funeral. But, my dad said that if we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it right. I'm angry at him right now for that. But that doesn't matter.

The teen in the white box was gonna take me in the time machine and see what happened to the lost city of Atlantis this Saturday for our next date. Then, afterwards we would come back and get grounded like we usually do. But, that wasn't gonna happen now.

The boy in the white box was gonna get his father the supplies he needed for his next invention. And when he went out the door, I thought he was gonna come back about five minutes later with his arms full of random metal junk like he usually does when he gets supplies for his dad. But, he didn't come back. He never will.

We all started piling into the car. The boy in the white box was carried into the car by his dad and grandpa. We then arrived at the burriel grounds. We then carried the white box, and the boy inside it, out of the car. We then put it in the pre-dug hole. It reached the bottom. We started covering it with dirt. The hole was full. People started leaving. They're gone.

Only me and my parents were left. I started crying and sat next to the gravestone. I then kissed the gravestone.

"Hey Wilbur," I whispered to it "I miss you."

Then I could've sworn I heard a foggy voice in the breeze say 'I miss you too, Vi.'

R&R Please