This is my First MTR Fanfic. Feel free to review, whether it's praise, constructive criticism, flames, whatever. I'm open to all reviews.
I hope you like this chapter. It's a little vague but, eh *Shrugs* It's something, I suppose.
I do not own Meet the Robinsons. All characters belong to Disney.
"So we'll see each other again tomorrow?" Came a voice from across a luxurious office.
"You got it." Wilbur replied enthusiastically.
"Take care, my dear boy. I wish you the best of luck on that test tomorrow."
Wilbur only smiled before leaving. It was getting late for him.
The sun was beginning to set when Wilbur had finally arrived home. As he made his way to the door, Spike swiftly stuck his head out of the enormous flower pot. The boy was taken aback by this.
"Hey! ring my doorbell." The twin urged eagerly.
"No ring mine." Persisted Dimitri.
Wilbur only rolled his eyes and opened the door to his own home with a I-don't-need-to-use-a-doorbell-in-my –own-home look. He closed the door and continued walking down the long hallway. It wasn't long before his mother's voice could be heard from a distance.
"Wilbur!" she called out. "Why are you home so late? I was worried about you." She said as she hugged her only son. Her voice was calmer now.
"It's okay mom. I was just-uh…playing chargeball with a few of my friends. No big deal." He assured her. Franny's expression changed in an instant. She crossed her arms and glared at the young boy.
"Chargeball huh? And why haven't you been studying? Don't you have a test coming up tomorrow?" She asked, though she knew what his response would be.
"Oh yeah…funny you ask…" Wilbur tried to come up with a lie.
Franny raised an eyebrow at her son's attempt to search for an excuse. "Don't got nothing' do you?" She said knowingly.
Wilbur hung his head. "Nope." He responded. The boy was losing his creativity, that's for sure.
He made a note of it. Next time, he knew he had to be prepared with good and believable excuses. He heard his mother sigh in aggravation. Franny pointed her finger towards the direction of his room.
"Room. Now. I want you up there studying boy. I don't want you to bring me another D like you did with your last exam." She scolded. "Oh, and if you don't pass with a decent grade, you won't be allowed to play chargeball for two weeks young man."
"But mom-'"
"You heard me young man, so you better pray that you pass. Now go study." She demanded.
"Alright mom." Wilbur said with a sigh as he began to walk toward his room.
"Hey little buddy! What'ch you doin'" Said a voice behind Wilbur. The young teen jumped at hearing the voice which came from Carl. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Said the robot sheepishly.
"No it's okay Carl. I'm just here…studying." The teen said dully. He'd been a bit paranoid all week, though today the brunette was more alert than ever.
"Studying eh? And it's math! Well that's a first. Are you sure you're feeling alright buddy?" Teased the robot. Wilbur only glared back. "Ha-ha. I'm only kidding." He assured with another sheepish smile.
"Wilbur! Dinner is ready!" Came his mother's voice from afar.
"I'll be right there mom!" He cried back. "Yes! Finally."
"Well that lasted long." Carl made notice, referring to the short time Wilbur spent studying. Wilbur ignored this however and ran to the dining room.
"So what are we having?" The teen asked as he sat down with the rest of the family. It wasn't long before Carl unleashed miniature versions of himself, all whom served a dinner plate to every family member.
"Spaghetti and meatballs!" Cried out Gaston in excitement as he pierced his fork into a meatball. This brought a few memories back in Wilbur's head. The boy glanced back at his father and a smile made its way towards his lips. Oh, how he missed his time travel adventure. Ever since the time travel fiasco, Cornelius and Wilbur's relationship grew stronger than ever. His father was his best friend. Who would have thought? However, their strong friendship only lasted for a few months now that Cornelius was busier than ever. The scientist was expanding his corporation; trying to come up with new innovations and designs. This left Wilbur out of the picture, or so it felt that way. The boy tried to keep things going well with his dad; asking him if he needed a hand down in the garage, or inviting him to take a small break and 'hang out', but his efforts were no use. His father was always 'too busy' or just 'didn't have the time right now' to spend some time with Wilbur. He couldn't remember the last time he had a real conversation with his dad. Their bond was fading- growing weaker.
"So Wilbur, how's that studying coming along?" Asked Tallulah.
"Um…" He paused. "It's coming along great." He said with a nervous laugh.
"Mhmm." Franny mocked. "It better be. Why don't you ask your father to help you?"
Wilbur didn't like the question and. The boy wasn't sure how to answer. "I-uh…no. It's okay, really. I'm sure dad's too busy working on his latest project anyways." He said as he glanced towards his dad who was sitting across from Wilbur. "Besides, I'm well prepared for this next one that is coming up. I'm sure of it"
Cornelius could only imagine how 'well prepared' his son truly was. Another D or F, and if he's lucky a C-minus. It was well known around the house that Wilbur was didn't take to his father when it came to math and science. In fact, those were his weakest subjects.
"Cornelius, you're not too busy are you Hun?" Asked Franny.
"Well actually," Cornelius scratched the back of his head. "I have some paper work to get done for tomorrow. Big meeting, remember?"
"I completely forgot about that meeting-mm." She said in between bites. "I didn't know that was tomorrow." Cornelius only nodded.
Wilbur wasn't at all surprised by his dad's response. He placed his fork down and looked at his mom. "Hey-uh, mom?"
"Yes sweetie?"
"Can I go eat upstairs. I kinda want to finish studying for that test tomorrow."
"A-are you sure Wilbur? This is dinner time, you don't have to if you don't want to-" Franny answered a bit baffled. Since when did Wilbur skip dinner time with the family to go study?
"No really, it's okay. I just wanna make sure I'm well prepared for it.
"Well I guess it's fine. You may be excused."
"Thanks mom!" and with that, Wilbur rushed to his room with his dinner in hand.
It wasn't too long before the subject had changed to a more cheerful one. Franny however was still a little perplexed by her son's behavior and felt a small tinge of worry.
It was almost Wilbur's bed time and Franny entered her son's room to check up on him. She found no one. She glanced at his desk, taking notice of the open mathematics textbook and his plate of spaghetti…untouched.
"That boy…"She whispered to herself. Unnoticed to her, Wilbur came into the room a little surprised to see his mother in his room.
"Um…hey mom." The raven haired boy said to try and get his mom's attention.
Franny turned around. "Oh there you are."
"I just went out to brush my teeth," He assured her.
"Wilbur, honey, are you feeling alright?" Asked Franny with worried eyes. She placed her hand on his face to check if he had a temperature at all. Maybe that's why he was acting strange.
"Yeah mom. I'm fine, just nervous about the test is all." Wilbur declared.
"Hm…are you sure, you hardly ate your dinner." She motioned to his plate.
The teen looked at his dinner plate and smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah-that…like I said I'm just nervous for tomorrow. Don't worry mom, I'm just fine, okay?"
"Well alright. I better see a good score on that exam, alright? You know your punishment if you don't." Franny said as she headed out the room.
"Got it!" Wilbur called back.
"Hey Franny? Up for a little sibling competition?" Gaston asked with a smirk as his sister walked by.
"Not now Gaston. Maybe tomorrow." She replied as she continued walking to her room.
"As you wish" Gaston said with a shrug. The man then spotted Aunt Billie and had a smug smile. "Took you long enough. I even asked Franny to take your place while you were gone."
"Don't count me out too soon" She said embracing the same smug smile. "Your cannon versus mah train."
"Oh yeah."
Franny entered her bedroom. Cornelius smiled at his wife as he placed an arm around her thin waist. He ended his small act of affection with a kiss.
"You sure know how to please a woman." Franny joked.
"I try."
"Cute."
Cornelius only chuckled.
"Honey, have you noticed anything…" She wasn't sure how to put her words together, so she just said what first came to mind. "…strange about Wilbur?"
The scientist arched an eyebrow in confusion and curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"Well…he's been acting kind of distant these past few weeks. This week though- it really showed. I don't know if you noticed." Franny pointed out. "He didn't even eat his dinner when he asked if he can eat in his room so he can study. Study Cornelius. Study? Since when does Wilbur skip dinner to study?"
The woman made a very good point. Even Cornelius couldn't believe his son would put his schoolwork first before anything. In fact, the boy would do quite the opposite. He would look for an excuse to not do his homework or study. "I'll go talk to the boy-"
"No it's alright. I already did. He just said he was nervous about his test tomorrow."
"Do you believe it?"
"Hardly." She said with narrowed eyes. She crossed her arms and looked at her husband. "Try and keep an eye out. See if you notice anything more."
"Don't worry darling. I'll be giving him a ride to school tomorrow before I head off to the lab." He said as he kissed his wife's forehead.
Franny smiled at his gestured. "Don't forget- tomorrow is his big chargeball game. you promised you'd show this time."
"I know, I know. I'm sure I'll be out of that meeting before the game starts. The meeting ends at four anyways. The game isn't until six."
"Good. It's been months now-"
"I told you honey, I've been-"
"Busy. I know"
Cornelius took a step forward and pecked a small kiss on his wife's lips. "Things are starting to settle down at the company now. I will have more free time to spend with my family. I promise." He reassured her.
Franny returned the kiss with a smile traced on her lips. "I believe you Hun."
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