Defiantly not my best work on this story...sorry! But if I make a sequel to this one, I will make it one hundred times better!
1 Fourteenth
"Wilbur, wake up!"
My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was my girlfriend, Allison. I gave a tired smile, as I sat up, leaning on my elbows. "What is it, Alice?"
"I can't believe you forgot!" she told me, sounding surprised.
"I'm half asleep, so tell me!" I told her, as I stiffed a yawn.
She sighed, and kissed my forehead. "Happy fourteenth birthday, Wil," she breathed, and I smiled. "So that's what day it is."
"Of course, now get your lazy butt up!" she told me, as she took my hand, and dragged me to my feet. Okay, it's not that I don't love Allison, it's just that it's not always a good thing to share a room with a morning person, especially when that morning person is considered your "sister" even though she is your girlfriend.
"Okay, I'm up, I'm up!" I told her, as she dragged me over to the travel tube. "Kitchen!" she shouted gleefully, as I tried to hide a yawn.
We landed easily in the kitchen, and I noticed that the entire family was there, all in their seats. I gave a half-hearted wave, as I followed Allison to my chair. She took her seat next to me, and I sat down.
"Happy birthday, little buddy!" Carl, the family robot, told me, as he walked out of the kitchen. He opened the hatch on his chest, and many miniature Carls hoped out, each carrying a plate of pancakes. Everyone except for me got one, and that was because Carl set one in front of me himself.
The top pancake had 'Fourteen!' written on it in whip cream.
"Happy birthday, son!" Cornelius told me, flashing me a smile. I smiled back, as I started to become more aware. The rest of my family held up their glasses, and Franny, my mother, started the toast. "To Wilbur, who has somehow managed not to get himself killed for fourteen years straight!"
I rolled my eyes, as my father continued, "To my son, who helped me gain my confidence when I was a child." he smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.
Then Allison surprised me by taking over from there, "To Wilbur, who managed to stalk me throughout time! Happy birthday!"
The whole family said "happy birthday!" in harmony, before we all splashed ourselves with water from our glasses.
The whole splashing tradition was truthfully started by me. When I was three, I was bored and impish, (what's new about me being impish?) and when everyone else drank from their glasses, I poured my water on my head. Cornelius, who hadn't drank his yet, laughed, and also splashed himself. Franny had glared at me, but Cornelius told her it was much more refreshing than drinking it, so that's how the Robinson family tradition started.
"Am I late?"
We all turned around to see a pale woman standing in the doorway. She was about my mother's age and height, and had the same brown eyes. Her black hair was pulled back into a shoulder length pony-tail, that touched the top of her black dress. Her dress had blood red trim that were the same color as her shoes.
"Lizzy!" Franny exclaimed, as she got to her feet.
"Who?" Allison whispered to me.
"She's my mother's half sister. Very gothic," I muttered, as the whole family stared at her. The last time we saw her was about eight years ago.
"Just a little, sis!" Franny told her, as she ushered her into the dinning room. As she did so, she called over her shoulder, "Carl! Get a chair for Liz!"
"Okay…" Carl muttered. We all knew that he didn't really like her since she once dumped her fire ant farm on him. (I wasn't alive at the time, but Cornelius showed it to me a few times on his Memory Scanner.)
"Sorry I'm late…" she muttered, as she gave me a slight smile. Then she noticed Allison. "And who's that?"
I took her hand protectively, and opened my mouth to answer for her, but she covered my mouth with her free hand. "I'm Allison. I'm the newest addition to the family!"
"Did Franny and Cornelius adopt you?" she asked, as she glanced at her sister.
"Yeah, they did." Allison gave a slight nod, and smiled.
"So you're Wilbur's sister?" Lizzy asked, and I glared at her, as I pulled Allison's hand off my mouth. "Allison is not my sister!"
"Yeah is she!" Lizzy told me.
"Liz, just…let it go!" Franny suggested, as she glanced at my face.
"Well, if she isn't your sister, what is she?" she asked, not doing as her sister told her to.
"Allison is my girlfriend!" I informed her. She stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded. "O…kay…?"
Cornelius chose that time to change the subject. "Well…I thought today would be a good day for you two to visit Lewis!" he told me, and both Allison and I quickly turned to face him.
"Really?" I asked, and he nodded.
"And if you want, you can spend the night…" Cornelius told me carefully, as he glanced at Franny, almost daring her to argue.
"Fine…" Franny muttered.
"Thank you!" Allison and I exclaimed in unison.
"How about you go now before your mother changes her mind!" Cornelius suggested, glancing at his wife, who rolled her brown eyes.
"Okay! Thanks again!" I told him, as I grabbed Allison's hand, and took her over to the nearest travel tube. "The garage!" I yelled, and we were both sucked up inside of the tube.
We both landed easily on our feet, and Allison didn't stumble this time. We both rushed over to my time machine, and jumped inside of it. I pressed in the time, and a bubble formed around the ship.
When the bubble popped, I quickly opened the hatch, and climbed out. I helped Allison out, turned on the invisibility shield, and ran up the stairs. We went to the top floor, which was occupied by Lewis's invention room. But he wasn't alone.
There were four other people with him, and one golden colored robot.
One of them was easily recognizable as Carl, who Lewis had built a few days ago. The one person that I remembered was Franny, but not my mother, even though she would grow up to become her. This Franny had her jet black hair in two small pony tails on the side of her head, and her chocolate brown eyes stared at Lewis, completely mesmerized. (What's strange is that I still see Mom stare at Cornelius like that.) Franny had a frog on top of her head, and I guessed that the frog was Frankie. (He was secretly her favorite. But whenever she told someone that, she would tell them not to mention it to the other frogs.)
Another girl stood next to Franny, but she looked bored. She had the same colored hair, but her hair was in shoulder length pony tails. Her brown eyes looked at Lewis's project, but she didn't seem that interested. She wore a black dress, and she had unusually pale skin, as if she didn't get into the sun much.
There were two boys in the room, both probably older than me. One had a long face, messy black hair with a cowlick in the middle, and chocolate brown eyes. He was also a little taller than me, and wore a black and red suit.
The other male seemed to be older than the first, and he stronger features. He had neat black hair that had the same cowlick, and his dark brown eyes were almost black. He wore a red t-shirt and white shorts, and a smile on his lips.
"Hey, Lewis!" I waved, as Allison and I walked up to him. He turned around, still holding a screwdriver. He smiled once he saw who it was. "Hiya, Wilbur!"
"Allison!" Franny exclaimed, as she rushed forward, and engulfed Allison in a hug. Allison got over the shock quickly, and hugged her back.
"What are you doing here, Wil?" Lewis asked, as he handed Carl the screwdriver.
"You have no idea what day it is, do you?" I asked, giving him a look of fake disbelief. Okay, he grew up to become my father, and right now he was by best friend, that doesn't mean I have ever told him my birthday.
"Um…June fifth?" he asked, as he glanced at his calendar. "Yeah, June fifth."
"And do you know what happened June fifth?" I asked, as I crossed my arms.
"…No…" he muttered. I knew that he hated it when he didn't know things, so I was really just enjoying myself. I sighed, and decided to kill it. "Today is my fourteenth birthday!"
"Really?" he asked, staring at me. I nodded.
"Well, happy birthday then!" he told me, as he rubbed the back of his neck. Then he decided to change the subject. "These are Franny's siblings!"
"Gaston!" the one with the long face told me, holding out his hand. I stared at him, as I shook his head. Then Franny's other brother walked up to me, and also held out his hand. "Art."
I shook his hand, then turned to face the girl who I knew was going to be Lizzy.
"And you are?" I asked theatrically.
"Lizzy," she informed me, but she didn't hold out her hand like the others did.
"Well, isn't she just a bundle of sunshine?" Franny asked Allison, who smirked. "Yeah, very perky!"
Lewis stared at me, and I flashed him a smile. "What is it, Lewis?"
"I can't believe I didn't know it was your birthday!" he told me, and I shrugged. "I never told it to you before!"
"Can I talk to you alone?" Lewis asked, and I nodded. He took my hand, and brought me down stairs, then into the nearest closet. He turned on the light, and looked me in the eyes. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday when you visited that it was your birthday today?" he asked.
"Because I wanted to surprise you, and I didn't want you to do anything special!" I told him simply.
He stared at me for a few more seconds, then sighed. "Whatever… Oh, and I have another question."
"What is it, Lewis?" I asked, giving him a questioning look.
"Do you think I should tell Franny about…you know…" his voice trailed off, and he gestured from himself to me.
It took me a few seconds to realize what he meant. "The whole father son thing?"
"Yeah." he gave a slight nod.
I thought it over for a few seconds. Mom (from my time) would defiantly have a few things to say about changing things anymore in the past, but then again, she would also be upset if I kept it from her… "I think you should tell her."
"And do you think she'll believe me?" he asked, sounding worried.
"Well…there is one way we could make sure she knows!" I told him, as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"You're not suggesting…are you?"
I gave a slight nod. "I am."
Allison
Franny was telling me about the music lessons she gave her frog, when Lizzy walked up to Franny, and muttered, "I'm going home." Then she brushed past me, and went downstairs. Once she was gone, Franny started to talk about her frogs again.
I was paying so much attention to her, that I didn't notice that someone came to stand next to me until that person slipped their hand into mine. I turned my head, and saw Wilbur. But he wasn't looking at me. Instead, he was looking at Franny.
"What is it, Wilbur?" I asked, giving him a confused look.
"I'll explain later…" he mumbled, finally looking at me. He flashed me an impish grin, and I couldn't help but smile back.
After a while Art walked up to Franny, and she stopped talking about frogs and music to look at her brother. "What is it?"
"I'm going home, okay?" he asked, and she shrugged. "Has nothing to do with me, so sure, go ahead!"
After he left, Wilbur parted from me to talk to Lewis, and help him with an invention. I chose that time to ask questions. "Franny, why do your siblings ask your permission before they do something?"
"Because I'm always right! Even when I'm wrong, I'm right!" she told me, smiling. I glanced at Lewis, who was staring at her since she started to speak.
"She's right, you know. I would just go along with it!" he suggested.
"Then you're right!" I told her, and she smiled, and nodded.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, and dragged me down the stairs. I didn't argue partly because I knew that she knew karate.
Once we were down stairs, she pushed me into a closet. "Okay, are you two staying for dinner?" she asked.
I nodded. "Wilbur's parents told me that we could spend the night, so yeah, we are."
"Good! Then you can help with the food fight! Boys against girls!" she told me, smiling.
"What?" I asked, giving her a confused look.
Franny sighed. "Lucille told me that she was going to make spaghetti and meatballs, which is the perfect dinner for food fights!" she told me, smirking. "I was planning to go against Lewis and Gaston, with Lizzy fighting them, too. This is because I knew that Art would leave. But, since Liz is gone, and Wilbur is here, I'll need another partner, aka, you!" she informed me.
'I am always right. Even when I'm wrong, I'm right.' Her words echoed in my mind, and I shrugged, thinking, 'What the heck? Why not?'
"Sure then!" I told her. She smiled, and gave me a quick hug.
Franny gently tapped my shoulder, then as I looked, she pointed downwards. I looked down, and she held up three fingers. I automatically knew what she was doing. She removed one finger, and smirked at me. Now she held up only her pointer finger, and we both nodded.
Franny quickly jumped on top of the table, and everyone looked up from their dinner to her. She grabbed a meatball from her plate, and threw it at Gaston. It hit the center of his forehead, and he narrowed his eyes. "Oh, it's on!"
I took this time to grab a meatball, and threw it at Wilbur. With a smirk, and a swift movement with his hand, he snatched it when it was right in front of his face. I stared at him, gawking, and he just shrugged, before he threw it back at me.
I also caught it, but it wasn't near as easily. Then I threw it at Gaston. (I was leaving Lewis alone. He was for Franny…)
Franny took the hint, and started throwing meatballs at Lewis. He just smirked, as he theatrically held his hands up above his head.
Soon, all five of us were in a full fledge food fight, with Lucille and Bud just watching, with smiles on their lips.
When that finished, we were all covered in spaghetti sauce, even Wilbur, who had some really great reflexes. (Franny and I both gained up on him, and Lewis decided to help, too.) The reason we stopped was because we could barely breath because we were laughing to hard, even Franny and Gaston were, who were always serious about the food fights.
But we did have to help Carl clean up the mess…But we didn't mind so much, because we were still laughing.
When Wilbur and I asked if we could spend the night, Bud and Lucille looked a little worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking up at their faces.
"Well…Franny and her brother, Gaston, are also staying, and since they're all sleeping in Lewis's room, there won't be enough room for you two!" Lucille told us.
"But you have a guest room!" Wilbur pointed out.
"Yes, we do. But there is only one bed!" Bud nodded.
Wilbur and I exchanged looks, then looked up at him. "We don't mind, really!"
Lucille and Bud also exchanged looks, and they shrugged. "Okay, then!" Bud told us, and Lucille randomly screamed.
Wilbur
Both Allison and I ended up having to borrow a pair of Lewis's pajamas, since we didn't even bother to bring any. (Well, Allison got a t-shirt and shorts, like usual, but still.)
We stayed awake for a while, though.
"Lewis, what are you making?" I asked, as I leaned against one of his work benches.
"I'm fixing my PB and J sandwich balancer," he told me, not even glancing up.
"Ah, okay," I muttered, already knowing that he was going to fix it eventually.
"Keep moving forward," he muttered under his breath, as he finally turned to face me, smirking.
"What?" Franny asked, giving him a confuse look.
"Keep moving forward!" he told her, still smirking.
"O…kay?" her confused voice make the words a question. "Why did you say that?"
"It's my motto!" he informed her.
"Since when?" Gaston asked, as he came to stand beside his sister.
"Since just now!" Lewis rolled his blue eyes, and Allison and I exchanged looks, both of us smirking.
I sighed, and got into bed next to Allison, who seemed to already be asleep. She was in a semi-fetal position, and I smiled. I stared at her absently, then I swiftly brushed the back of my hand across her cheek.
"I'm not asleep, Wilbur," she muttered, as she smirked.
"Sorry, Alice," I mumbled, knowing that my cheeks were probably bright pink.
She sleepily opened her blue eyes, and stared at me for a few seconds. "Did you have a good birthday?"
I gently kissed her forehead. "It was the best birthday I have ever had," I told her, and she smiled, before she closed her eyes again.
Lewis
"Lewis, are you awake?"
"Yeah, I am." I opened my eyes, and fumbled for the switch to the lamb on my bedside table. When I turned it on, I saw a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at me.
"Franny?" I asked, holding back a yawn.
"Sorry if I woke you up…" she muttered, glancing down. I sat up, and flasher her a smile. "I was awake, don't worry!"
She glanced at Gaston, and smirked. "He's not."
"No, he's not. But he was never the kind of person that would stay up, either!" I pointed out, and she nodded.
"Anyway, what is it, Franny?" I asked, searching her face for an answer. She turned to face me, and gave me a nervous smile.
Wait…Franny was never nervous!
"Do you remember what Wilbur and Allison did in the closet a few months ago?" she asked, as she slightly tilted her head to the side.
"Yeah…why?" I gave a slight nod. Of course I remembered. I just opened the door to see my future son kissing his adopted sister!
"Um…never mind!" she told me, glancing at the ground. Then I realized what she meant. "Franny, sit down." I told her, patting the spot next to my, as I sat up.
"Okay," she mumbled, as she sat down next to me.
"So-" she started, but I interrupted her by gently pressing my lips to hers.
My first kiss. On my bed, with the girl's brother in the same room, and her frog staring at us. Wasn't necessarily the most romantic thing in the world, but hey, I for sure didn't care.
We pulled away, and stared at each other for awhile, with our cheeks bright pink.
I broke the awkward silence first. "So, was that what you meant?"
"Yeah…" Franny gave a slight nod, still staring at me. A smile found its way to my lips, and Franny also smiled.
