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Chapter 2:We Can Form This Dream
That evening, when fourteen-year-old Wilbur arrived thirty years in the past he wasn't surprised to find Lewis sitting at his desk or that his notebook was flipped open to reveal a page full of equations and doodles of his incomplete inventions. He was, however, a bit surprised that the young inventor was fast asleep. The boy was laying his head in his arms which were crossed and set on his desk.
As Wilbur quietly approached him he couldn't help but stare at the young angelic face. If it was possible, Lewis looked even cuter while asleep. He seemed so peaceful. His glasses sat lopsided on his head. His mouth opened slightly allowing him to breathe gently in his sleep. His hair still shooting straight up out of his head like it always did.
Wilbur didn't dare wake Lewis. Instead he crouched down beside him to watch the younger boy sleep for as long as it would last. Hesitantly, the dark haired boy reached out to carefully caress the blond's face. As his hand made contact the sleeping boy stirred, but didn't wake. Wilbur's hand gently cupped Lewis' cheek as he rubbed his thumb over a few of the freckles that were sprinkled along his bridge of his nose. The older boy then moved to pet the gravity-defying hair. He ran his fingers through the golden mane countless times, but always being careful not to disturb Lewis from his, no doubt, much needed rest.
An hour later, Wilbur decided that it was probably time that he should finally wake Lewis up. After all, it would be pretty awkward if the young inventor woke up to find his future son watching him sleep and even more awkward for Wilbur to explain why he was in the first place. The young Robinson regretfully began to reach his hand out to place on Lewis' shoulder, but froze when he heard him moan a single word in his sleep, "Wilbur...," Wilbur couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his face. Lewis was dreaming about him, but the way that he said his name seemed all too familiar.
"Wilbur," Lewis moaned in his sleep again. He said it with so much care and gentleness in his voice. Then it hit the raven haired boy, it was almost exactly, like his dream from the previous night.
"W-Wilbur?" This time his sweet voice was louder and sounded more surprised and embarrassed. Wilbur directed his gaze back to the boy sitting beside him to find a fully awake Lewis looking back at him from a few inches away with wide eyes and a reddened face.
"Uhh... Hey Lewis," Wilbur stammered, removing his hand from the boy's shoulder to scratch the back of his head and averting his eyes to anywhere but Lewis' face. He cleared his throat before continuing with a nervous chuckle, "I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here."
The blond sat up and shrugged, regaining his composure,"No, not really. It's Friday so I was kinda expecting you."
"Oh, right." Wilbur said, calming himself as well, but still feeling embarrassed for being caught.
"Sorry I fell asleep though. I was working on some new plans when I started to drift off." Lewis said while closing his notebook and placing it inside on of the many drawers that occupied his desk.
"You push yourself way too hard, Lewis. You need to relax and have more fun. Not work all the time. You're still just a kid." Wilbur advised the younger boy while standing up and leaning backwards on the desk.
"I have fun." Lewis grumbled, still a little tired, "And you're only a year older than I am, so I don't want to hear you calling me a kid."
Wilbur laughed, "I never said that I wasn't a kid myself. I'm always doing something that I enjoy, where as you are always working. When I'm around is the only time you ever have any real fun."
"That's not true!" Lewis defended, "I hang out with Goob and sometimes see Franny. I always have a good time with them."
"I find that hard to believe."Wilbur muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes.
"What was that?" Lewis shot back. He turned his chair to face Wilbur better.
"Nothing," Wilbur told Lewis, before deciding to change the subject. He continued with a devious smirk, "So Lewis, what were you dreaming about?"
"Huh?" He had been caught off guard by the sudden question, "Wha-what do you mean?" Lewis stuttered as his face flushed a dark shade of red from the memory of said dream.
"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?" The older boy questioned, taking a step closer to Lewis and placing a hand on the desk top beside him while leaning in closer to him, not bothering to answer his question.
"I- I do?" Lewis scooted back in his chair and was almost too scared to ask his next question for he was afraid he already knew the answer. "And umm wh-what exactly did you hear me say?"
Lewis felt his heart stop when Wilbur leaned in even closer. Shivers were sent down his spine as Wilbur's hot breath whispered in he ear. "That, my friend, is an excellent question."
Wilbur was enjoying himself perhaps too much. Making Lewis even more uncomfortable by invading his personal space and not giving him a straight answer to any of his questions. He loved that he had such an affect on the younger boy. He pulled away from the blond's ear and grabbed his hand to drag him off to some unknown part of the house so that they could play for hours like they always did.
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Wilbur had so far successfully managed to distract Lewis from the conversation that he had started hours earlier. He knew it was practically killing the boy genius to not know what he had said or what Wilbur heard while he was unconscious. However, now the dark haired boy was beginning to run out of ideas for the pair to do as it was nearly ten o'clock and they had already done everything that they normally did plus several activities more.
"Finally run out of ideas, Captain Time Travel?" Lewis asked, using the old nickname he had made up months on the rooftop of the orphanage. He was exhausted from five hours of Wilbur's pointless games and distractions.
"Of course not." Wilbur announced energetically turning around to face Lewis. "We could always use the time machine to travel to see the gladiator fights or we could visit-"
"No way! It's bad enough that you use it to visit me every week! You really shouldn't be using the time machines for your own amusement." Lewis lectured Wilbur, starting up the steps that lead to his room/lab. He wasn't about to be sucked into another one of Wilbur's crazy scavenger hunts through time. He was tired, he need to sleep, or at least relax.
"Hey wait up!" Wilbur called as he chased after Lewis up the stairs to the landing where Lewis spent most of his time. "Alright, what do you think we should do then?"
"Hmm," Blue eyes scoped the area for a form of entertainment for the boys and they found it. Staring at the glass above his head Lewis suggested, "Watch the stars."
"What?"
"It's a clear night, there's no clouds in sight and besides, we already did everything else there is to do that doesn't result in changing the past, present, or future any more than we would normally. So why not?" The shorter of the two said while he grabbed a blanket and two pillows off his bed and arranged them in the middle of the open floor.
"Talk about déjà vu." Wilbur muttered to himself tuning out the lights so that they could see better before joining Lewis on the blanket.
The two fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the stars side by side on their backs. It was a common occurrence, but for some reason the atmosphere felt different this time.
"Hey Wilbur," Lewis murmured softly, but he knew that he would be heard easily at their proximity.
Wilbur felt his heart race in his chest as memories from his dream came flooding back to him. It was too similar to this exact moment. "Yeah Lewis?"
"If I ask you a question, do you promise to answer it?"
Wilbur shrugged, "Yeah, sure, I guess. Why?"
Lewis ignored his question to ask another of his own, "Why did you come back to the past again?"
Wilbur sat up and looked at Lewis with wide eyes. He couldn't believe how close this was to his dream. It was actually rather freaky. He sighed before replying, "If I tell you, you can't laugh. Alright?"
"Okay. I won't" Lewis' suspicion grew and he sat up in anticipation, facing the older teen. What could the answer possibly be that he would end up laughing at? It doesn't matter because he was finally going to get the answer out of Wilbur at last. He was kind of surprised that he gave in so easily after constantly avoiding it all the other times he had been asked.
"The reason I came back was because," Wilbur paused to take a deep breath and continued in a low voice, "Because I missed you."
Wilbur's eyes searched Lewis' face for an expression or any sign of emotion to tell him what the the other might be thinking, but all he found was a blank stare with the lightest bit of confusion in the crystal blue eyes.
"I don't understand," Lewis began meeting Wilbur's gaze, "Why would I laugh at that?"
"Oh, uhh you wouldn't I guess," Wilbur answered with another shrug of his shoulders. Maybe it wasn't so much like his dream. Which reminded him,"So Lewis, you never answered my question from earlier. What were you dreaming about exactly?"
"Well neither did you" The blond pointed out, referring to the first part of Wilbur's statement, "What was it that you heard me say?"
Wilbur laughed and continued with a mischievous grin, "Do you really want to know what you said?"
Actually Lewis didn't want to know. If he had said what he thought he did then he'd probably end up having to explain why; not to mention explaining the rest of his dream. He felt a familiar blush warm his face; glad that the only light was the moon shimmering in though the glass he hoped it was dark enough that the boy in front of him didn't notice. He had to know though, "Yes! Just tell me already, Wilbur!"
"Okay okay. Well I when I got here I found you sleeping on you desk. So I knelt down next to you and was about to wake you up when I heard," He paused and leaned forward for an attempt to make a dramatic affect, "Wilbur. Oh Wiiiiillbur," The older boy moaned in a high and much exaggerated impression of Lewis' voice. He was then overwhelmed with laughter when he saw the boy who he had just been imitating turn several shades redder than he already was and try to hid his embarrassment by glaring back at him.
"I did not! And I don't sound anything like that!" The tomato-red boy shouted back, grabbing his pillow and hurling it at Wilbur's face.
Wilbur's laugh was muffled as the pillow crashed into his face. "Oh it's on now!" He ripped the pillow from him and swung it so that it smashed into the side of the blond head. Lewis reached for the other pillow, but Wilbur was closer. He grabbed it and tossed it behind him before striking the defenseless boy square in the chest. He lifted his feathery weapon above his head, readying himself to cause another blow when he felt something hard make contact with his gut. Lewis had tackled him to the floor and was now pinning him to the ground by sitting upon his stomach and holding his wrists to the floor.
"I win." Lewis sang with a playful smile. "Now is that really what I said, Wilbur?"
"Yes! Okay, maybe I exaggerated the way you said it a little bit, but you did definitely called me name in your sleep." Wilbur said, beginning to blush as well as he realized the position they were in. "So, now that I answered both of your questions. How about you answer mine?"
Lewis released Wilbur's wrists, but did move otherwise. "Do you really want to know?" The blond asked, mocking the way Wilbur asked the same question minutes earlier.
"Duhh, that's why I keep asking you." Wilbur replied, propping himself up in his elbows. Lewis was still sitting on his stomach so there was no way that he could sit up all the way up, but he wasn't complaining. After all, he doesn't usually get a chance to be this close to Lewis without it seeming a little suspicious, so now that he was, he was going to make the most of it.
"Okay fine, I'll tell you, but remember, this was a dream. It was my subconscious that came up with it. I didn't do it intentionally." Lewis looked down at his hands that had been drawling shapes on Wilbur's stomach without him realizing. He watched his hands as they continued the action since Wilbur didn't seem to have noticed or mind and he didn't want to see the look on the later's face as he got too far into his dream. "Well, it started with you visiting like you do every week. We were watching the stars, just like we were a few minutes ago, and I asked you why you kept returning to the past to visit me. You said pretty much the same thing as when I asked you tonight, because you missed me. Well, I started laughing at you and then you began laughing at me for another reason. We talked some more and eventually..."
"We kissed." Wilbur finished Lewis' sentence, his voice just above a whisper.
"Yeah," Lewis said just a quietly, bringing his gaze up to meet Wilbur's almond eyes. "How did you know?"
"Because," Wilbur lightly chucked, "I had the same dream."
Lewis turned his head away and blushed. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad that Wilbur also had that dream. At least he knew Wilbur couldn't really be angry at him, but now everything was going to be so complicated. He felt a gentle hand rest under his chin and bring his face to meet Wilbur's again. "Lewis? How 'bout we make that dream a reality?"
"But Wilbur, there's so many things wrong with it." Lewis cried helplessly.
"Let's not worry about that now," Wilbur whispered as his lips almost brushed against Lewis'. "We should enjoy our time together while we can." He finished before closing the gap between them.
A/N: Okay well I don't really like the way I ended this at all so I'm thinking about making a squeal? I already have an idea for it, but I haven't decided yet. Anyways, please review! I wanna know what you think! :)
