A rough knock interrupted my unpacking. I quickly tucked my underwear into the drawer, "Come in." I released a sigh of relief when Wilbur sauntered into the room. I smiled at him over the bed. He also surveyed the room as if it were his first time seeing it. I watched him take the very same features that I did but with a smug appreciation. He seemed to recognize it, but not from being here a million times, but as if it were a dream.
"Wilbur," I whispered, "are you okay?"
He looked at the walls and said, "That is an excellent question." I slowly turned to me, a smirk sat on his face. "I... I wrote this room."
"You what?"
"When I was little I wrote a short story about a room, one that stranger would walk into and feel immediately at home. Grandma must have like it so much and changed this room to imitate it." He had a small smile of pride. "I'm in the room next, so I always just over looked this room."
"Well if I may say, you, Mr. Robinson, have wonderful taste." I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"Hmm," he hummed, "Now what are you doing?"
"That is an excellent question," I mocked. "I'm unpacking waiting for dinner. What did you need to talk to your father about."
He flashed me a sly smirk, "That, my dear, is an excellent question! One that you'll never know the answer too." He nuzzled me as I giggled. "Well I've got to go unpack myself, so I'll be back soon and we can head down for dinner."
"Hmm, sounds good." I kissed him on the cheek. "See you then."
It hadn't been long since he left that I was interrupted again. In came a being that I had never seen before... a ROBOT! Shocked, that's what I was shocked. He had copper skin, flexible coil arms and blue camera lens eyes.
My eyes were bulged and my words were useless, "I... you're..."
"Ahh!" the robot screamed, "You're a girl!"
"You're a Robot!" We had a stared down, one of challenge not of fear.
"So you must be the friend that Wilbur raves about," the robot announced. "You must be something special."
"You must be Carl," I replaced with a smirk. "Wilbur warned me that you might be jealous of me."
"Jealous... me? No. I could care less that the boy wants to spend his time with a Miss America runner up." I shot him a questioning look.
"Is that supposed to be an insult?"
"Well... yeah... I think."
I laughed, "You must have known a girl would come in between you two someday?"
Carl fell on the bed in a huff. "Yes... but I didn't want it to happen." In a way I almost felt sorry for the poor robot. According to Wilbur, Carl was created to be a friend and nurse maid when Wilbur was born. I turned a soft smile towards the sensitive robot. I went to sit next to him and patted his would be back.
"Would it help, Carl," I asked, "if I told you that I love your Wilbur."
His head turned to me with a robot smile, "You love him?" I nodded. "It's hard to believe that anyone could love him... well besides the family, of course."
"Well Carl, could you help me unpack. Wilbur, could be back at any moment to take me down to dinner."
