A/N: Hello my FF friends! :) I'm finally getting into the groove of this place; but I'm trying not to update so so very often. I'm afraid of getting burnt out, and running out of ideas! Speaking of ideas, I'm always, always open to ideas on any of my fics! Just include any ideas in your review. ;)

...Well, what are you waiting for?

R&R!

Wilbur ran into the dining room just as Carl was announcing, "Dinner is served!"

Looking around expectantly, Wilbur was disappointed to find his dad was not home yet. He trudged to his chair and slumped down into it. His cheerfulness was wearing down quickly. No one seemed to notice this, however.

As Wilbur shoveled a meatball into his mouth, he glanced at his uncle. Gaston winked, and Wilbur notice him loading his meatball canon underneath the table. Wilbur smiled, halfheartedly. He looked over at his mom, who was seemingly distracted for the moment. Gaston jumped on the chance, but it turned out that is sister had seen his attack coming a mile away! Franny blocked the flying meatball with ease, and jumped to a fighting stance. Thus, the epic battle that was Spaghetti Night began.

Wilbur wasn't paying much attention, except to dodge the occasional meatball or Italian sausage. He was staring intently at the clock. His dad should've been home hours ago.

"Wilbur!"

Wilbur jumped, and turned to his mother.

"Oh, uh, yeah Mom?"

"I said, do you want dessert?" Franny looked a little concerned at her son.

"Oh, yeah, sure." Wilbur replied, in an uninterested way. As soon as he had said this, Carl sent two pieces of toast flying in his direction. Instead of catching them like usual, the raven haired 13 year old let them hit him square in the face, and fall to his plate in front of him.

"Wilbur, honey, are you all right?" asked his mom, holding out her own toast for Carl to slather peanut butter and jelly onto.

Still staring at the clock, Wilbur mumbled, "Uh-huh."

Franny sighed. She knew that Wilbur was closer to his father ever since the events a few months prior, but she had never seen him like this. Racking her brains, she tried to remember if her husband was supposed to do something with their son that weekend. She couldn't think of anything, so she shrugged it off and continued with her sandwich.

~LATER THAT EVENING~

Wilbur was nodding off, when the garage door opened, and his father crept in.

"Dad!" said Wilbur, jumping up from his seat.

Cornelius gasped, and nearly screamed.

"Wilbur, what are you doing up this late? Is something wrong? What happened?" His father began to panic.

"No, Dad! Nothing's wrong. I was just waiting for you." stated Wilbur. He was sort of disappointed that the first thing his dad thought when he saw him, was trouble.

Cornelius blinked, clearly confused. "What for?" he asked, taking off his coat.

"Well, I was, um, hoping you hadn't forgotten about tomorrow…" began Wilbur nervously, kicking some non-existent dust on the floor. Cornelius' face blanked for a moment, but then he flushed bright red.

"Oh, Wilbur! I'm sorry, we're going to have to do that another time." his dad sad with a yawn. Wilbur's mouth fell open and his shoulder's slumped.

"But, Dad you promised!" cried Wilbur. Cornelius looked at his son's sad face.

His big brown eyes were too much like his mothers; almost too much to resist! But he really had to say no.

"I'm sorry son, there's an important meeting at Robinson Industries tomorrow that I can't miss. Maybe some othe-"

"But you promised!" Wilbur said again; his voice higher pitched than before.

"I'm sorry," his dad began again, but Wilbur had taken off and was already gone.

Cornelius signed, and sat down, rubbing the back of his neck guiltily.