AN: All right. This was sort of inspired by a comic I saw on deviantArt by Irrel. A little backwards and tweaked so it's original.
"Wilbur, you still need to finish your vegetables."
"Mom, I'm eighteen years old, not five."
"He's eighteen for three days and suddenly he's an 'adult.' You're still in high school!"
"Shut up, Tallulah!" Wilbur retorted, throwing his carrots across the table at his cousin.
"You brat!"
Tallulah chucked a piece of chicken in Wilbur's direction. He dodged it with ease and began picking at his veggies.
"Are you all right, Wilbur?" asked Cornelius, noticing that his son had not engaged in full dinner warfare like he usually would.
"Yeah." Wilbur mumbled, chewing on some string beans. "I was just supposed to be on a date right now."
"A date!?"
The entire table erupted.
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"What's her name?"
"Where were you going?"
"Did she cancel?"
"Whoa, guys!" Franny interrupted. "Calm down. Now, Wilbur, do you want to tell us what happened?"
"Yeah sure." Wilbur grumbled. He really didn't care that much. The girl wasn't that great, anyway, definitely not up to Robinson standards. Then again, neither was he. "She got asked to go get coffee with Chad Meyers, so of course she ditched me."
"Chad Meyers?' asked Franny as she put her hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "But… he's not… attractive."
"He's the quarterback." Said Wilbur.
"He's an idiot." Lazlo interjected.
"He's not exactly the smartest kid." Cornelius muttered.
"You're much better." Franny assured her son.
"Then why does he have a new date every Friday and I can rarely get one a year?"
"Love is tough." Cornelius said. "It's hard to find, especially when there's something intimidating about you. Girls are probably shy because you are incredibly handsome."
"Yeah sure." Wilbur rolled his eyes. "That's exactly what it is, Dad."
"Well why not?" said Cornelius. "No one ever asked me out."
"Dad, you were a dweeb."
"A cute dweeb!"
"An adorable dweeb." Franny said, smiling at her husband. "But honey, no one ever asked you out because you were always a thousand miles ahead of anyone your age. You didn't expect college girls to ask out a teenager, did you?"
"Wait," said Wilbur. "You weren't dating in college?"
"Of course not!" said Franny. "In fact, we drifted apart when he was in college. I was still in middle school, Wilbur."
"But… but." Wilbur stuttered. "You met in middle school, right?"
"Yes we did." Said Cornelius, fondly remembering the image of sixth grade Franny covered in frogs.
"Of course, and I fell hard for the kid." Franny said. "He was smart and cute, plus he told me I was right."
"Then what happened?"
"Wilbur, eleven and twelve-year-olds don't start relationships. We were shy."
"But Dad, you knew you were going to marry her. You had all ready met her in the future!"
"I know I knew. Did you want me to propose right there?"
"Wilbur, you're father and I weren't an instant match. In fact, I stopped liking him for a long time."
"That's terrible." Said Wilbur, thinking hard.
"We had a huge fight, actually." Cornelius said. "Remember, Franny?"
"Of course I do."
"She was upset because I saw her in town and told her we could get together and get ice cream or something one day, and I never called her or anything. It was stupid, but we didn't talk for a few years after that."
"What!?" Wilbur exclaimed. "That's ridiculous!"
"I didn't want to have anything to do with him after that. I didn't want to have a crush on him or even think about him. So I stopped both."
"Interesting. I just assumed you two were a match made in Heaven and it was love at first sight and little angels came down and played their harps around your heads because you were so perfect."
"For from it, dear." Franny giggled.
Wilbur looked from his father to his mother. He was so sure that they had fallen in love the second they met when Lewis got back to the science fair. He couldn't believe they had never told him that they weren't even friends for a long time. He thought over what he'd just been told a few times in silence and decided what he had to do.