I'm back with a surprise: It's the start of a new series! This series will cover Wilbur's high school career and Karena's first four years of college as well as their relationship. But I'm not going to give out too much spoilers, as I haven't had that many ideas yet for the story. Enjoy!

*I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons*

*KARENA'S POV*

"I am so nervous."

"Wilbur, it's your first day of high school; you'll love it!" I paused, thinking about how my first day of high school went back in Los Angeles a few years ago...

*FLASHBACK*

I panicked in the hallway as I frantically searched for my first class. Now I had wished I paid attention to the counselor, but she didn't even show me room numbers at freshman orientation. Luckily for me, I found a teacher in the quiet hallway and asked for directions. She smiled and told me how to get to my biology class. I had a flight of stairs to go up, and there was only a minute left before class had started. Again in luck, she called the teacher, and he didn't mark me tardy. I promised to myself to make the teacher, who would be my English teacher, a batch of peanut butter and oatmeal cookies eventually.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

"Okay so you may get lost at first, but you'll get the hang of it."

"But it's high school!" Wilbur whined. "They say the grades matter, and my grades in junior high weren't that great." I cleared my throat.

"Hello! You're looking at a high school graduate who had a cumulative 4.3 GPA and named the valedictorian of the class. Do I not qualify as a tutor?" I gave my worried boyfriend a smirk, and Wilbur shot up with a wide grin on his face.

"Karena Michelle Edwards, I love you!" Wilbur placed his arms around me so tightly that I couldn't breathe. We laughed when he let go, and I went to the kitchen to finish the lasagna I was cooking. It was Friday afternoon in Todayland, the last weekend of summer vacation before Wilbur started high school and I college. I was ready for it since Cornelius Robinson introduced me to the university he attended when he was only a young teenager...around Wilbur's age to my disbelief...and to the professors, who would help me start my career. I also got a job as a waitress to help me with my rent payment and all that jazz. Cornelius and Franny had already supplied me with furniture, and they told me I didn't need to pay for it.

I finished cooking our lunch, and I prepared our two plates. Along with the lasagna, I placed a small slice of New York style cheesecake on the plates and brought it to the living room, which had my messy desk and all sorts of paintings of what life was like in my world. Wilbur was, to my surprise, waiting patiently to eat lunch, but he had a confused look on his face when I handed him his food.

"Do not tell me you've never had lasagna before?!"

"I never even heard of lasagna until now," Wilbur replied.

"Well, well, well," I remarked. "Then your family is a little bit behind. Give it a try!" I didn't care about how my boyfriend thought; watching him try something new was very entertaining...so entertaining Wilbur kept getting distracted by my straight face that I was trying to hide.

"Will you stop laughing for a sec?" Wilbur asked while laughing. "You're embarrassing me."

"I'm sorry, but you are so entertaining to watch when you do something new."

"So are you," my boyfriend replied with a flat voice. "You're talented." He finally tried the lasagna, and he had wide eyes. "Wow! What's in this stuff?"

"I just made the basic kind," I explained. "Just the lasagna pasta, tomato sauce, and the cheese with some basil."

"My family's gotta try this because this is amazing."

"I actually have my own secret recipe for lasagna. I can make it sometime if you like." I paused as I took a bit of my lunch. "You're talented too."

"You think so?" Wilbur asked. "I think imagination's my only talent."

"Well, what do you like to do that you want to improve in?" I asked. "You could do art or music."

"I do want to improve with my trumpet," my boyfriend responded. "So I put band down as a class."

"You play trumpet?"

"My mom's idea. She heavily got me into jazz music and taught me a few notes."

"I didn't know you play trumpet." As I replied back with surprise, Wilbur looked at me funny.

"I could've sworn I told you about this earlier. Are you sure I didn't tell you?"

"I don't think so...or I might not remember you telling me," I replied with a weird look on my face. "I believe you did tell me you play guitar and percussion though."

"That's right!" Wilbur exclaimed with a smile. "You play percussion as well, don't you?"

"I have been declared the best female drummer in Los Angeles," I answered. "My solos in high school made the crowd go crazy at ball games. Well enough about me. What other classes did you sign up for?" It took a few minutes for Wilbur to list all of his classes: band, algebra 1, chemistry, English 1, world history, physical education (P.E.), introduction to business and technology, and chorus, that one being a surprise to me.

"I want to improve my singing too so that I can sing to you more." I had to blush at Wilbur's explanation, and then I shrugged.

"As long as you comfort me when I'm sad, I'm happy. I only need you." I paused and I smiled, looking up into his very caring chocolate-colored eyes. "I think you're a terrific singer. I don't care about what anyone else says about it." The teenage raven-haired boy smiled and leaned in to kiss me in the cheek.

"You mean so much to me. Now if only-" I put my finger on his lips and smiled.

"Wilbur Robinson, we've only been dating for about four months, and I've only lived in Todayland for three. Let's not rush me moving in with you until the time is right, okay?"

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy," Wilbur replied. I went up and kissed him on the cheek. I walked over to the sink with our dishes and washed them. "I still don't understand why you won't let a robot wash dishes like everyone else."

"I haven't lived in the future that long yet," I replied sternly. "I have a robot to clean the floor, and it will progress to do more the longer I live in this apartment."

"Okay, okay," Wilbur cried out with his hands in the air. "I was just asking!"

"You are definitely cocky," I said, pointing my sponge at the boy, then I smiled and put the sponge back to its use. "But you are cute at the same time...and you mean so much to me, too." I could tell Wilbur was happy at that point, for I felt a pair of arms surrounding me and a chin on my shoulder. I let out a chuckle as I finished the last dish and placed my hands over his own. "Your breath smells like mint."

"Yes, anything wrong with that?" Wilbur asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Mint is my favorite scent," I replied, and I turned around to face him. I placed my hands around my boyfriend's neck and pulled him into a short kiss. Wilbur looked pleased after we broke it off.

"Your lips taste like strawberries."

"Anything wrong with that?" I asked with a smirk.

"I love strawberries." Wilbur paused as he sat back down on a chair. "And I especially loved the cheesecake. Did you make it?"

"No, I bought it," I replied and sat back down. "There was this restaurant I used to go to every month with my dad. It was called the Cheesecake Factory." Wilbur shot up as I said the name.

"You had a Cheesecake Factory in your world?"

"What, is there a Cheesecake Factory here?" I asked.

"When does your last class end?" Wilbur asked with a pointed finger. How did we get from cheesecake to school?

"Uh...nine o'clock. Why?"

"You. Me. Dessert. Nine-fifteen. Cheesecake Factory. Think you can make it?" Well someone's being pushy today.

"It's a little late to eat," I replied. "But it's a date." I got up and got my purple shoes on since I was wearing a purple and silver dress. "Come on; let's go to your place. I could use a good game of chargeball right now."

The two of us got up to leave and stepped outside the apartment. It was a good two minutes until we actually left the building, and then I got a little more daring.

"Race you to the car!" I started to run in the sunshine, leaving Wilbur behind to race after me.

"Oh no you don't!" I heard my teenage boyfriend yell behind me. "And that's a time machine!"