Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in like forever and a day……I didn't mean to make you wait that long. I've been soooooo busy with college applications (for those of you who didn't know, I've been accepted to Guilford College in Greensboro, NC on a really big scholarship…yay!) and I've been really busy with my school musical (Evita…we open in 2 weeks…wish me luck…please!). I know, I know, horrible excuses…but I'm only human.
Without further ado, here's the next chapter!!!
Random Fact: In 1940, more than three-fourths of those age 25 and older in the US had not graduated from high school. In 2004, only 15 of those 25 and older did not have a high-school degree.
Chapter 7!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jason had lost everything. He'd lost his job, his apartment, his reputation, his credibility, and now his sanity. Everything he'd lost, he'd given up willingly in pursuit of Emily. But Wilbur Robinson just had to come in to the picture and poison her mind against Jason.
Well, he would pay. That smug, arrogant, idiotic, half-witted fool would pay. There was one person Wilbur cared about as much as he cared for Emily. His baby sister. Once Jason had the little Robinson girl, he'd have the leverage to Make Wilbur do anything he wanted. Like give him a time machine so he could make sure Emily never met Wilbur. For that matter, he'd have the leverage to make any of the Robinsons do anything he wanted. The only problem was deciding where and when he was going to take her.
Wilbur's converse sneakers were the only thing visible from the door to his college dorm room. The rest of him was under his bed, trying to find any stray socks that might have found their way down there.
"What on earth are you doing down there, Wil?" came the deep voice of Wilbur's roommate. "On second thought, Wil, I don't really want to know."
Wilbur laughed grudgingly. "Ha ha, Bartleby. You're absolutely hilarious. I'm just looking for a few stray socks." Bartleby smirked. "Did you lose a present from Emily?" he asked in a sing-song voice.
"Worse," said Wilbur. "They're from my mom."
"Ooh, Franny'll have a fit if you lost something she gave you."
"I know. Why do you think I'm down here?"
"Is that question directed at me?" answered a voice that was much higher-pitched than Bartleby's. Wilbur squirmed out from under his bed and came face-to-face with Mi Mi, Emily's roommate. "Seriously Wil, if that question is directed at me, I might have to go and convince Em to get herself a new boyfriend."
They all laughed. They knew Em wasn't ever going to get a new boyfriend. She was head-over-heels in love with Wilbur. However, this love had very recently been put to the test, and it's memory was enough to shrink Wilbur's smile by a few molars.
Mi Mi noticed. "Wil, are you all right?" He smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore from being under the bed. And I think all this dust really is going to make me…ahh…ahhh…CHOO!" Mi Mi and Bartleby both burst into laughter. "Sneeze," finished Wilbur, rather unnecessarily. "So we noticed," quipped Mi Mi.
"On that note," said Wilbur, "I think I'll get this suitcase to Em's room and see if she needs any help before he hit the road and leave for Christmas vacation."
Bartleby couldn't resist one more poke at his best friend. "I hope your flying car doesn't 'hit the road'…and since when have we driven on roads anyway? That's so 2008, buddy." Wilbur laughed, wished his friends a merry Christmas and happy New Year, and beat a hasty retreat to the welcoming arms of his girlfriend.
Christmas at the Robinson house was an event rivaling Christmas in all of New York City. Emily always joked with Franny that the house had more decorations than the entire city combined. Secretly, Wilbur thought she was right. Then again, Wilbur always thought Emily was right.
This Christmas would be different than the last, however, because Lydia was mobile. Franny had called Wilbur and Emily at college about a month before, when Lydia had taken her first steps. Since then, she, like the other Robinsons before her, had been an extremely quick learner and had been walking all over the house. Cornelius had had to disable the travel tubes for fear that Lydie would unknowingly walk into one of them. Wilbur had laughed, as his sister's antics reminded him a little of his own reckless nature.
As the plans for the annual Robinson Christmas party truly came under way, little did any of the Robinsons know that someone was planning to crash it…and he was planning on breaking more than a few ornaments.
Sorry for the extremely short chapter…but I have to go to 4 hours of Evita practice tonight. I'll do my best to update tomorrow as well, but no promises.
I hope this was enough to remind you all that I'm not dead……
I love you all, especially those of you who review!!!!!!!!!!!!
beanie
