Lewis and Cornelius aren't the same person. Not really. They never were. Cornelius is a workaholic, middle-aged patriarch. Lewis is a frustrated 12 year old orphan. And despite having the same hair, the same glasses, the same face and expressions, they couldn't be less alike.

At least that's what Wilbur tried to do, to lie, and convince himself. After Lewis kissed him.

He'd gone back in time for his father and now he was stuck with this knot in his stomach. It made him very ill and it made him start to sweat.

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"Wha- what was that for?!"

Lewis sort of dropped his shoulders and opened the side of his mouth. As if he wasn't confused enough.

"Uhh, umm to thank you I guess."

Wilbur stepped further back, away. The blond in front of him had crooked glasses. His family was gone and they were alone. Wilbur was thankful.

"No, that's not it. Boys don't kiss other boys just to thank them they kiss them for uhh, other reasons."

Lewis rubbed his hands on his blue sweater. The brunet was so paranoid all of the time. Why did kissing someone have to be such a big deal? Why, why when all Lewis did was barely touch him. His lips had barely brushed Wilbur's cheek before he had jumped back and gotten that frightened look on his face.

"I just wanted to thank you-"

"You said that already!"

"FOR HELPING ME feel better. You know, about myself."

So Wilbur's plan had worked. But it had gone too far. He never expected this. Never. But never had his life been normal.

What is normal?

So Lewis had kissed him because, because it was his fault? The 13 year old couldn't make any sense out of it. Couldn't think correctly, couldn't control his body and his mouth.

"I, I did? How?"

"Keep moving forward." Lewis started to smile.

Wilbur wonders about himself. Is he that convincing that repeating a three word motto over and over again could restore a boy's confidence or is it that Lewis is mad in the head. He must be.

Wilbur presses his back against a teacup shaped shrub. He wants it to suck him in.

"But my whole family told you that! Why, why don't you go kiss them?!"

That did the trick.

"GET OVER IT! I didn't mean anything by it!" Lewis shouts, throwing his hands at his friend. His glasses fall down his nose. He fixes them.

But even Wilbur isn't that dense. He knows it, but he doesn't want it. He wishes the sweat and stomach ache away except nothing happens.

"Okay! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." He steps forward. "Really."

It's just that Lewis is on the verge of tears.

"Is it something I said?" Wilbur asks.

He really wants everything to be alright. He wants everything to stop. He wants Lewis to never take off that hat in front of his family. In front of him.

"No. Yes. You ask too many questions," Lewis manages.

Wilbur smiles and pats his friend's shoulder. Lewis smiles back, his eyes soft and blurry.

"Let's go inside."

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He decides not to tell Lewis who he really is. He hopes that his father will permanently stay on his business trip. He hopes that he'll be able to tell the truth, someday. He hopes that Lewis is okay with abnormal. Because Wilbur doesn't even know what normal is.

MTR! Yes, haha, awesome. Anyway… this story takes place during the movie, yet is slightly altered. Obviously. I'll probably make this a "two-shot" because I feel like, I MUST JUSTIFY THIS RELATIONSHIP instead of making it based on a lie. Ho hum. Rated "T" because, well, they are father and son after all... That may irk some people.

Characters aren't mine.