A/N: I really wanted to do an actual, legit story, but since I suck at adventure, I wrote this instead. Just give me some feedback if I should continue with the idea or not. Also, I know that my beginning is terrible, I'm terrible in writing openings.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Meet the Robinsons or The Incredibles

Today we embark on a story about taking chances. We speak about a boy who never wants to slow down, who does what he wants. We speak about a girl who's always paying attention to the details, making sure everything is the best it can be. Yes, today is the day when we tell the story of their fateful encounter and how it changed their lives. For the better? Some would tell you yes, others would tell you no, it really depends on how you look at it.

The only thing 25 year Wilbur Robinson planned to do that day in the past was just to hang out with the younger version of his dad. He hadn't plan on meeting some stranger in the middle on the street. Not at all. Instead, he walked to his parents' house with full belief that he was spending the day with Lewis in his time. Lately, Lewis never seemed to have the time for him. Already, he was building Robinson Industries at the young age of 24 years. While Cornelius and Franny didn't mind his trips back into the past, they both didn't want him to mess around with the time stream. As usual, Wilbur shrugged off his parents' warning, reassuring them that it would be fine. As the time machine powered up, Wilbur punched in the coordinates for the same exact day, only in Lewis's year: June 27, 2015. If only he knew how important that day was going to be.

Usually he would park near Lewis's apartment, but today wasn't one of those days. Why? Some say it was fate. As the time machine dropped to the ground, he doubled check around the alleyway before getting out. Wilbur grabbed the cell phone he kept in the time machine. After much debating, Lewis finally agreed to get him a phone in his time. This was mainly because Wilbur wasn't the best with direction and often got lost from where he parked to Lewis's apartment. Turning on the phone, Wilbur kept his gaze on the bright screen, trying his best to weave in and out of the throngs of people. It seemed as if everyone had the sense to avoid him, for he never once bumped into someone. As the phone sprung to life, a chime came from it.

'Hey Wilbur, I gotta cancel. Franny planned an impromptu date for us. Remember, to go home. We don't want another accident happing.' –Lewis (AKA Your Father)

"You know," Wilbur started talking back to the text. "For a guy who says he trusts his only son, you are really overprotective. And will you let it go?! It was one time!" Wilbur groaned in annoyance, typing back a quick response to the text. Sometimes he felt that younger Lewis was more annoying than Cornelius. If he had looked up a few seconds before, he would have seen a girl his age also texting on her phone, unaware of traffic around her.

Ummph!

Wilbur fell back onto the sidewalk. The girl he had run into also fell down, dropping the copious amount of bags she was holding.

"Hey! Wh-" Wilbur began to protest, only stopping when he looked up.

She was the most beautiful girl he ever saw. Long black hair streamed down her milky shoulders, her eyes were bluer than the ocean. A petite hand was clutching an iPhone. Her face had a look of confusion that anyone would find adorable. It wasn't like he hadn't seen attractive girls before; but there was something different about her, something that wiped out every girl he ever met out of his memory. There was something breathtaking about her, that no matter what, he couldn't put a finger on what it was. His heart pounded so loudly that he was afraid she could hear it. He felt that either his heart was going to beat right out of his chest or stop completely. For the first time in his life, everything around him began to slow down. The steady sound of traffic became muffled. It was only him and her. He sat on the concrete sidewalk, dazed.

For the first time in his life, he fell in love. And with a complete stranger from the past. The past. In a way, it felt like Romeo and Juliet, a forbidden love.

It wasn't until she started to frantically try and grab objects that fell out of her bag when the world resume it's normal speed.

"I'm so sorry!" She apologized as she shoved her things back into her bags. Wilbur scrambled to his knees, helping her grab the motley assortment. Makeup, card samples, and a few notebooks were scattered all around.

"It wasn't your fault," He heard his own voice answering. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Well, then we're both to blame because I wasn't either!" She chirped back, a sound of light laughter escaping her lips. Oh, how he could listen to her all the time! As they both put her things back into her bags, Wilbur helped her off the ground. She stood up, dusting off her pale blue sundress.

"Hi," She gave out a hand, which Wilbur graciously shook. A spark of electricity past through him and he wondered if she could feel in too. "I'm Violet Parr, or you can choose to remember me as the girl who knocked you over. Your choice." She gave him a small smile as she let go of his hand. "I'm really sorry!" She apologized again. If only she had paid attention to where she was going.

"Don't mention it," Wilbur waved her off. And even though every fiber of his being was telling him to just walk away, he found himself making conversation. "It really was my fault. If you don't mind me asking, what's with all the shopping bags?" Her lips tug downward as she looked down at the shopping bags. "Don't get me wrong!" Wilbur quickly interjected, afraid that he offended her. "You just don't seem like the person to carry around a ton of shopping bags." He cursed mentally to himself. How was he supposed to know what she did and didn't do? If he could, he would have crawled under a rock and die.

"No it's okay," She shook her head. "I just have a lot of errands to run today, well for the next month." 'What are you thinking Vi?!' Her inner voice yelled at her. 'Whatever happened to stranger danger? You're a super! You shouldn't be giving out information and you most certainty shouldn't be talking to someone you met off the street!' Violet pushed the voice away. For some reason, she felt as if she knew him from somewhere. "Now if you don't mind me asking, do you live around here? I could have sworn I've met you before." When he didn't answer, she panicked. 'Great, look what you've done! He's going to think you're a creep!' "Not in a creepy stalker way," She added, hoping the lame excuse would work. A stray strand came loose from her sky blue headband. She pushed it shyly away, waiting for his answer.

"No, I'm not from around here. I'm just visiting a friend," Wilbur chuckled lightly at her shy behavior. "For the next month you say?" He referred back to her statement from before. "Why's that?" His mind was flashing him warning signals, telling him to just shut up. If he made an impression on her, who knows what could happen to the time stream?!

"It's really nothing…" Violet trailed off. "It's just that… I'm getting married in a month. And I really…" He didn't hear the rest of the sentence. Engaged? Just like that, his heart fell. It wasn't like he had a chance with her to begin with, but still… And he hadn't even recognized the engagement ring on her finger. He kept the same smile on his face, but it didn't hold the same conviction. His eyes dimmed and he felt stunned.

"Oh. Well," Wilbur racked his brain for something nice to say. "He must be a really lucky guy. Well, I should be going-"

"Wait!" Her arms shot out, with one hand grabbing his arm. Why was she doing this? She had never been the one to keep a conversation going. Anyway, he was only here on a day trip and she would never see him again in her lifetime. So why was she so scared about him leaving? She shoved the questions to the back of her head. If anything, she'll just answer them later. "I- um- um," Violet stammered, trying to think of an excuse. "I still feel really sorry and I really want to make it up to you. Right now, I'm going to a cake tasting and- and if you like, you can come too." Violet gave him an awkward smile. In her head, she was thinking how this was never going to work and the strange look he was giving her confirmed her thoughts. She should just let him go. After all, she's engaged to a wonderful guy! But… why did being engage mean anything about another guy. Why did she care so much for this raven haired boy that ran into her?

"I real-"Wilbur started, looking in the opposite direction, only to be cut off by her again.

"It's free cake~," She added in a singsong voice, praying that he wasn't seeing how nervous she was. "And I could really use someone else's opinion." Wilbur was at a crossroads. She already had a fiancé and spending more time with her wouldn't ease the heartache. But… something was pulling him back from leaving. It wasn't like he could do anything here without Lewis…

"It's free?" He asked her, looking interested for her sake. She nodded vigorously back. "Well… Then lead the way!" Violet smiled back at him. Noticing that she was still clutching onto his arm, she let go of it instantly.

"Sorry!" She apologized as she let go of his arm. The electricity that was flowing throughout his body stopped. "Come on," Violet waved for him to follow her. "It's not very far from here." Wilbur walked quickly to catch up with her.

"So tell me," He tried to start a conversation. "Why are you going to this cake tasting alone?"

"Everyone else I know is busy," She replied back. "Anyway, they all have too many conflicting opinions."

"What about your fiancé?" Wilbur cringed inwardly. Why did he bring him up? If anything, he wanted to talk about something different.

"What about him?" She shot back, looking up into Wilbur's eyes. They were such a nice shade of brown… 'Stop it Vi!' She scolded herself. 'You are ENGAGED.' Her conscious nagged her.

"What is he like?" Again, he cursed silently to himself. Why was he being so difficult? Before he could stop himself, he fired another set of questions. "Like when did you meet, how long you've been engaged; you know the usual stuff girls talk about with their BFF's." He gave her a smirk, teasing her in a childish way.

"If you must know," She smirked back. "He was my high school crush. I had the biggest crush on him, but I never ever actually spoke to him before. One day he came up to me during my brother's track meet and asked me out. Well, more like he tried asking me out. And the rest is pretty much history." Violet couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to him. And how it she just threw out a whole bunch of confidential information to a complete stranger. "Hey, you never gave me your name," She mockingly pouted at him, causing his lips to split into a grin. She was even more wonderful than he could ever imagine. While he was usually much more hesitant with telling anyone his actual name, there was something about her that he could trust.

"It's Wilbur. Wilbur Robinson. And before you say anything, I am not related to the famous Cornelius Robinson." He hoped that she would accept his lame excuse. Luckily, she did.

"Well, then it's very nice to meet you Wilbur!" Another smile was exchanged, making him weak in the knees. "It's right up there!" Violet pointed out, suddenly grabbing his arm. The same burst of electricity went up his arm again. As he was dragged to the bakery, he was wondering what he was getting himself into.