Hello all! I have updated twice in the same day! Whoo! This is officially the biggest story I have ever made in the history of fanfiction!!! Disclaimer: I still own Chamer and the plot and that won't change.
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"I am going to ground you until you get married." Lewis whispers to Wilbur behind Chamer.
"Look, Dad, it'll all work out. You'll see. The same thing must have happened to a future version of you, and everything turned out fine." Wilbur says.
"I don't care." Lewis says through clenched teeth.
"But Dad, it's an adventure! You, me, the middle of Mexico." Wilbur says.
"I don't care if we are in the middle of Asia! We have to get home before our parents find out! Cornelius will ground you and I don't know what my parents will do. I've never gotten in trouble!" Lewis panics.
"Your parents are Bud and Lucille. Can you honestly picturing them grounding you?" Wilbur asks. "And what's the worst they can do? Make you play outside for a week?"
Lewis's glare doesn't soften. "We are getting home and I don't care if you need to ask some questions. You can use books or the Internet."
"We told her we'd help her. What do we do now? Leave? And besides, this may effect the future. Who knows what might go wrong if we don't help. I'm staying here, and you can't leave without me." Wilbur says stubbornly.
"Then I will drag you to the time machine and get you home and get you grounded!" Lewis exclaims.
Chamer turns around, walking backwards. "Is there a problem?"
"No." Wilbur says quickly.
"Yes, Chamer, there is. You see, I don't know how we can get you to Xcaret." Lewis says.
"W-what? You mean you cannot bring me home?" Chamer pouts. "All my life, I have wanted a place to call home, a family. I thought I would get help, the help that I have waited for since...since I was kidnapped. I guess I am going on my own."
"What I mean is, we don't know how to get you back to Xcaret, but we will find a way to!" Lewis smiles.
Chamer looks a lot happier. "Oh, thank you, Lewis."
"Yup, looks like we're rescuing the damsel in distress." Wilbur says.
Chamer stops, almost causing Wilbur and Lewis to run into her again.
"I may be a damsel, but I am not in distress." Chamer warns. She turns around, but trips over herself in the process. Chamer gets up, dusts herself off and walks forward again.
"So, what about dragging me to the time machine?" Wilbur grins.
"Ok, ok. So I couldn't say it." Lewis says, not wanting to admit it.
"I know. You just can't say no to her. I don't know what it is, though. I think it's the way her eyes catch the sun at the most wonderful angle. It's just something about her I can't say no to." Wilbur says. Lewis smiles. "What?"
"What what?" Lewis asks.
"That look! That 'Dad' look. You just gave me the 'Dad' look!" Wilbur says, pointing accusingly at Lewis.
"The 'Dad' look?" Lewis questions.
"Like if I mess up an invention or get a bad mark...which almost never happens by the way, Dad always gives me that- that 'Dad' look!" Wilbur exclaims.
"What is the 'Dad' look?" Lewis asks.
"When he wants me to tell him something I'm keeping from him. He gives me the 'Dad' look. What do you want me to tell you? Wilbur Robinson doesnot keep secrets from his friends." Wilbur puts his hand on his chest.
"It's just a theory, but I think you like Chamer." Lewis smiles.
"No. I do not like Chamer in any way. She hates me. She kicked me this morning and my leg still hurts and she threw fruit in my face! Who could like her!" Wilbur exclaims.
"I'd keep it down. Chamer can hear us." Lewis whispers.
"Maybe I would not have kicked you if you had stopped talking about the future! Then, you call me a damsel in distress! Do I look helpless to you? Is it because I am a girl? Do you think I can not take care of myself? I can tell you this, Wilbur, I have been on the streets since I was four years old. I never begged a day in my life! I fended for myself and I think that is more than you have ever done!" Chamer exclaims, not turning around.
Wilbur bites on his bottom lip and gives a cold stare to Lewis. He got him talking.
"Chamer." Wilbur has no idea what to say.
"What?!" Chamer exclaims.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I was just mad because I got up too early. I'm sorry." Wilbur says, searching for the right words.
"You are not sorry. You know what? I bet I can find Xcaret by myself! I do not need you! Come on, Lewis, we will go to Xcaret so Wilbur can go to his future." Chamer says, turning to grab Lewis by the wrist.
"No, Chamer." Lewis says, taking her hand off of his wrist. "We can't leave Wilbur behind."
"Fine, he may come, but I will not speak to him and when we get to Xcaret, he will not be a noble." Chamer says.
"Fine." Wilbur says. He doesn't bother telling her they can't stay in Xcaret. That would only make her more angry.
They keep walking in silence until they get to a village. The village is filled with life. People running around, getting water from the river, people talking and children playing.
"Is this Xcaret?" Wilbur asks, taking all the village in.
"No, we still have to pass this village, then walk alone, then the next village is Xcaret." Chamer explains. So much for not talking.
They pass people working and getting on with their lives. Lewis wants Wilbur to go up to them and ask them the questions so they can leave sooner. Chamer doesn't seem into the idea of having questions being asks.
They walk in between two stone walls on a diagonal slant, both facing opposite directions. At the top of the slant, there is a hoop.
"Old fashion basketball?" Wilbur mutters to himself.
"I think it's called tokapok." Lewis says.
"Pokatok." Chamer corrects.
"How do you play?" Wilbur asks.
"You hit a ball though the hoop. You cannot use your hands." Chamer says. "Do you want to give it a try?"
"Sounds like soccer." Lewis says.
"We'll play!" Wilbur exclaims.
Chamer walks over to a bin filled with red balls the size of soccer balls. She walks back to Wilbur and Lewis.
"We will play the game for fun, not a real game." Chamer instructs.
"We can handle a real game!" Wilbur exclaims.
"In the real game, the losers get sacrificed and I am sure you want to get sacrificed again." Chamer says.
"We'll play for fun!" Wilbur exclaims.
"Good. I will play both of you because you do not know how." Chamer says. She places the ball in the middle of the court. She motions behind her. "This is my side." She points to the other side. "And that is your side. Ready, set go!"
Everybody bolts for the ball. Chamer gets there first and kicks it. The ball goes up and moves towards Wilbur. Wilbur charges at the ball and hits it with his hip. He cries out in pain. The ball weighs eight pounds!
Chamer smiles and tries not to laugh. She rounds up the ball and kicks it. It goes straight for Lewis who kicks it with all his strength. The ball goes flying up and goes through Chamer's hoop.
Wilbur and Lewis hi-five each other and dance around. The ball goes flying towards them, almost hitting Wilbur in the face.
"In the real game, the players do not dance." Chamer says.
"I thought we weren't playing a real game." Wilbur points out.
Chamer smiles, but then gets the ball that ricocheted off of the wall. Wilbur kicks the ball away from Chamer and passes it to Lewis who is half way up the wall. He kicks it higher. The ball touches the hoop, but starts to roll down. Wilbur runs up the wall and slides, hitting the ball with his elbow. The ball goes through the hoop.
"You are better than I thought!" Chamer exclaims, kicking the ball towards the other hoop. With a single hit from her hip, the ball sails through the hoop.
"Show off." Wilbur mutters.
Lewis kicks the ball and Wilbur elbows it. It goes into the hoop.
"Chamer...when does the game...end?" Wilbur asks, out of breath an hour later.
"In real games, the game ends when the shadow hits that line." Chamer explains, pointing to the shadow not anywhere near the line.
"Can we...end it now?" Wilbur asks.
"Sure. Good game!" Chamer exclaims, slapping Wilbur on the back.
Wilbur moans in pain. Everything hurts, even his hair hurts! His elbows are scraped up and his pants have holes in them from where his knees had hit the stone. He'll have many bruises tomorrow. Lewis doesn't look any better. Chamer will never admit it, but she's in pain as well. She would also never admit that she was afraid of losing to Wilbur and Lewis a few times in the game. She claims to not know who won the game, pretending she lost count after the first half hour, but she knows Wilbur and Lewis beat her.
"Come on, boys. We still have a long day ahead of us." Chamer sighs.
"Aw, can't we go to sleep?" Wilbur asks.
"It is not even midday!" Chamer says.
"Can we take a nap?"
"No."
"A rest?"
"No!"
"What happened to not talking to me?"
"I am not talking to you anymore!"
"You just talked to me!"
"I am still not talking to you!"
"You just talked to me again!"
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