This chapter is a bit shorter than the other ones I've been posting recently. I don't know if you want me to keep playing off of what happened the last few chapters. Now to all that review, THANK YOU! Artificus, you're reviews were really helpful and encouraging. And to the Guest, thank you for the compliments and suggestions!

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G is for Germs

Achoo!

Violet sat sickly in bed, while trying to find a tissue to sooth her disturbed nose. She couldn't believe it! She was Violet Parr, Invisigirl! What kind of superhero has a small little cold bringing her down? She was supposed to be in school right now with Wilbur setting up for the school's Spring Dance. Of course, Wilbur never wanted to be a part of the committee of organizing the dance, but Violet had roped him in. Things had changed. She was no longer the shy girl in the back of the classroom. Wilbur would say that she was more outgoing as well. She did talk to other girls in their grade and Wilbur had finally got her to do extracurricular activities. Sure, she hadn't reached Wilbur's stature, but she was content.

She hated staying sick in bed. Most times she would have a small head cold or cough, but still go to school. It wasn't a big deal. So she still sat wondering how on Earth she had gotten so sick. She was bored. Her dad was at work, Dash was at school, and her mom and Jack-Jack went grocery shopping. She wished she could see Wilbur, her boyfriend.

They started dating after an incident had both led them to confessing their feelings. One would have thought that the transition would be awkward, but not much changed. The only difference was that begun to do couply-like stuff. They cuddle, they kissed, they held hands. Most of Violet's friends thought that she was lucky to be in love with her best friend.

What she really wanted right now was have Wilbur to come and soothe her. To whisper sweet nothings into her ear. But, no. Wilbur was at school and would be stuck there three extra hours setting up for the Spring Dance, a dance they were supposed to go to together.

'Argh!' Violet slammed her head back against her headboard. 'Ow!' She reached up to rub the sore part on the back of her head.

Ring! Ring!

Violet glared at her phone that had decided to go off. Grouchily, Violet picked up the phone.

'Hello?' Her tone was neither pleasant or calming to the ear.

"I thought you would be happy to hear from me." The cocky tone reached her ears. She could see his smirk from the other end of the line.

'Who said I wasn't?' She answered, still pouting. 'Anyway, I don't want to hear you,I want to see you. There's a difference.'

"I know," Wilbur replied. "I'll be there soon."

'How are you going to do that? School isn't over for another two hours and you still have to set up for the dance.'

"That is an excellent question." He hung up the phone and left Violet baffled.

'Wilbur Robinson!' She yelled angrily at her cell phone before chucking it across the room. Hmph. Violet realized that there was no reason to sit here and mope. It honestly wasn't very productive. She was tired and with one last glance at her wall, she fell asleep.


Wilbur wasn't one to skip his duties. He knew that he had to do them eventually. Of course, with a time machine, it didn't really matter when he did his job. So lying to Christa, the head of the decorating committee, that he had to leave because he had a prior engagement (fancy words from Wilbur really make the girls swoon), was okay with him. He couldn't leave Violet sick and alone at home. There were so many times that Violet stayed with Wilbur when he was sick. Here he was, returning the favor.

He arrived at her house, with no idea of how to get in. He would get in though. If there was a will there's a way! Finding the spare key, however, was just good luck.

Slowly he made his way up to her room. He could hear her slow, steady breaths as he got closer. Upon entering her room, he saw he peacefully sleeping on her bed.

Wilbur walked over to her, careful to not wake her up. He sat down on her bed and stroked her messed up hair. He felt her forehead. Burning hot. Wilbur got up and grabbed a wet towel to place over her forehead. She instantly looked more relax. Her eyes blinked open slowly as she try to focus her view.

'Hey,' She whispered softly. Violet was glad to see Wilbur there.

"Hey," He quietly replied back. "You feeling okay?"

' A lot better than I was this morning. Thanks for coming over.'

"It was nothing. Now go back to sleep."

'But what about the dance?'

"What about it?"

Violet was going to reply, but then she realized that he was staying with her.

"Goodnight Violet." Wilbur leaned over to kiss her forehead.

'Goodnight,' Violet sleepily replied.


Sorry if it's not what you expected. I had a hard time trying to figure out what to do. Review Please!