Chapter 8. Wilbur comes back.

Lewis was extremly happy and extremly scared to see Wilbur outside.

He was happy because it had been almost 3 years since he had seen him, and scared beause he must have been on his way to recking the future.

He left the house quickly and ran out back to where Wilbur was.

As soon as Wilbur saw him he went into a rant.

"What HAVE you done? I woke up this morning to find myself in a different family. I had to find my way into your house and take your time machine!

I cannot believe this!"

He put his hands on his head and paced up and down. "What did you do?"

"Nothing! Its more of what Janice did." Lewis said, watching Wilbur pace. "She kissed me and Franny saw, and now Franny hates me!"

"You KISSED another girl in front of my Mom?" Wilbur exclaimed, stopping his pacing in disbelief. "What were you thinking? Didn't you at least think of what you were doing to the future? Gah, I feel like I'm your father!" He scolded.

"Hey, she kissed me! Not the other way around!" Lewis retorted.

"I don't care!" Wilbur said. "I need you to make it up with her, my new father is so weird!"

"I can't, she won't talk to me." Lewis said.

"Make her talk to you, bring her flowers or chocolate. What does she like, frogs? Give her something frog related." Wilbur suggested.

"I can't make her." Lewis argued.

"You HAVE to!" Wilbur retorted.

"She won't let me!" Lewis shouted.

"You do it or I'll make you!" Wilbur exclaimed.

"No!" Lewis said. "She won't have anything to do with me!"

"Look, she's just a little angry right now. And controling, but she'll grow out of it. Just wait. And she'll stop being angry! Just make it up to her, and get her story straight." Wilbur told him. Wilbur was getting very agervated at his father, right now he was rubbing his temples. "Just do it and it'll turn out okay."

"No." Lewis said, thinking he was ending this argument. "I won't. She won't talk to me. I won't talk to her."

"AURG! You. Don't. Get. It!" Wilbur cried. "You HAVE to! My new family is incredibly weird! I have a Aunt Jeepers, she's a rock! A ROCK!"

"You only care about yourself!" Lewis said. "You just care about yourself and how weird your new family is!"

"You don't get it!" Wilbur said again. "I liked you as my father! At least you were cool and didn't yell at me!"

"I'M YELLING AT YOU NOW!" Lewis screamed. "I'm not doing anything!"

"Yes you are!" Wilbur shouted.

"NO I'M NOT!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I'M-OW!"

Lewis grabbed his arm and fell over, he rubbed his arm as he glared up at Wilbur, who had his palm open to slap Lewis again.

"Why did you slap me?" Lewis said.

"I'll do it again!" Wilbur threatend.

"I just wanted to know why you slapped me!" Lewis exclaimed.

"You WILL talk to her." Wilbur said, raising his hand. "Or I'll slap you again."

Lewis realised Wilbur mean't buisness (and could also slap very, very hard), and he agreed to talk to Franny.

"You'll do it tonight, right?" Wilbur asked Lewis as Lewis inspected the red mark on his arm.

"Yes." Lewis answered.

"Get her something nice, okay?" Wilbur told him, climbing into the time machine. "She's a good woman, don't lose her. Please." He added.

"Okay." Lewis said.

"Remember, I'm just going to keep coming back until you get it right."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Goodbye, dad! And I better be able to call you dad!" Wilbur called, then flew up into the sky.

Lewis waved until he disapeared, then grabbed his arm in pain. "Ooow."