These are series of one-shots of Wilbur's current life living with Lewis and his friends. I'll try my best to update every week, but if I can't so sorry. Anywho, I don't own ANY of these characters, just going to give credit to Disney.

Wilbur gazed at the city below him, it was his town, except older and different. He was in the past again, going to visit his dad, Lew- err, Cornelius.

After the first incident, unlike his mom said, he was only grounded for 2 years. He was now 15, or soon to be. His dad had decided that he was old enough to travel in a time machine by himself. Though his mom was reluctant she agreed also. With his spiked hair and taller frame he thought he was fabulous and ready to show his dad how awesome he was.

He landed at the school where he had met Lewis before. It looked pretty much like any middle school, with green grass and tall glass doors, but Wilbur was excited anyhow.

He strutted through the halls though no one was there. Hmm, must be during class time, he thought. He stopped by a room called the Science Room and suspected Lewis would be there.

He kicked the door open and proclaimed with a loud voice "Lewis! It's is I, Wilbur!"

About 15 fifth graders turned his way gaping.

"Oh, sorry, wrong class..." Wilbur quietly closed the door.

He sighed abruptly and brushed his hair with his hand.

He scanned the empty hallway, "Now, where would a 14-year-old, science-loving, blonde haired, 4 eyed, male be?"

He pondered for some time until he saw some kids his age had gone to their lockers.

"Probably a game", he said to himself. He eyed each one until he saw one he might have been able to talk to.

"Excuse me!" Wilbur asked one of them.

"Have you seen a probably shorter than me spiky haired blonde kid here recently?"

The boy looked at him confused for a moment, then slightly smiled, "Lewis?"

Wilbur was caught off guard,"Y-yes! Where is he?"

"He was going to come to my game."

Wilbur thought a moment, "wow, never expected him there...well, could you take me to him?"

"Sure," The boy replied.

The walked out of the school to a grassy field, with splotches of mud dotting the landscape.

Wilbur had time to actually study the boy's features. He had mocca brown eyes, and his hair matched that color. He had a sweatshirt on which read the number 13. The actual sweatshirt was white and had leafy green highlights.

Tufts of yellow hair caught his eye and he immediately recognized who the person was; almost.

"Lewis…" He had started out excited but ended his holler abruptly. "You look…" He scanned Lewis up and down. "Taller."

Lewis had a longer face and was exceptionally taller than how he was before. His hair was cut at almost an angle to where his spikes were going.

Wilbur touched his own hair making a mental note that he should probably cut like that too.

"Hey Wilbur," Lewis said.

Wilbur hesitated. "Your voice...is...deeper…?"

Lewis laughed with a squeak. "We are in middle school…"

Wilbur made a fairly confused face. He hadn't realized that the boy who had helped him was standing right next to Lewis.

"Oh. Lewis this is-"

"Mike." Lewis and Mike said at the same time.

"Oh...You know him?" He eyed them both suspiciously.

"Of course, he's my roommate!" Mike laughed.

Wilbur startled. "Wait...Are you the Bowl-"

Lewis made the cut sign with his hands and laughed awkwardly. "You must be thinking of someone else…" Lewis glared at Wilbur.

Wilbur was quite surprised, and said, "Well...I guess I did."

Mike looked at both of them just as confused as Wilbur, "Do you both wanna come see my game?"

Wilbur nodded furiously, while Lewis gave a firm nod and when back to sitting on the bleachers.

Wilbur was like, "Woah…"

"What?" Lewis said, slightly annoyed.

"He's… shorter than I remember…"

Lewis shook his head and took out a yellow notebook and continued to write.