AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry this post took so long. My computer defiantly deleted it. So I had to rewrite it. But it's all good. So yeah, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Kolbie exhaled heavily as she rolled over on her back. She brushed her bang from her eyes and blinked. She sat up and looked around, confused. She had no idea where she was. She looked at the grey paint and the quotes on the wall. The events of the previous night flooded back to her. She felt a smirk tugging on her lips. She brushed her hair from her eyes and pulled the comforter to her chest.
"Morning, love," Wilbur said as he walked into the room. He left the door cracked behind him and leaned on the wall beside the door. Her lifted an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Sleep well?" he asked her.
"I did," she responded. She leaned forward and pointed her toes under the comforter. The raven-haired female tilted her head to the side. "And you?" she questioned.
"I," he sighed. "I did sleep after you went to sleep."
"And you couldn't sleep before that," she asked him. He shook his head. "Was there anything on your mind?"
"You," he told her.
Kolbie inhaled and exhaled slowly, before rolling her eyes. "Was there anything else on your mind?"
He smirked and shook his head. He walked over and flopped down on the bed, bouncing her. She shot him a look and sighed. "I brought you breakfast," he told her pointing to the tray beside the bed. "The family was disappointed that you weren't there. They all seem to like you. Especially, Mary-Jane, she was very upset that you weren't there. She even walked up here to wake you up. But I stopped her. I was like a ninja," Wilbur lay on his back and swept his arms around above him like a ninja, causing Kolbie to laugh. She reached down and grabbed a half of the grapefruit. She peeled it and shook her head. She then took a spoon and poked it. The juice squirted out on to the both of them. Wilbur jumped and fell of the bed, in surprise. "Geez, Kolbie," he exclaimed.
She laughed. "I apologize." She chewed on her lip and smiled at him.
"It's okay," he told her as he lay on his back on his bed.
Kolbie poked at her half of grapefruit and ate most of it before she sat it down on the tray and laid her head on his stomach. "You know that you would make a terrible pillow?"
He laughed. "I apologize."
"No, it's fine. I suppose that I could get used to it," she was lying on her back and listened. "I can hear your heart. Nervous," she questioned.
"No," he replied.
"Are you lying?"
"No, I am not, Kolbie."
"You heart rate doesn't lie."
"I'm not nervous," he told her again. His fingers slipped into her hair.
"Explain," she demanded.
"I'm excited. Maybe a little anxious, but not nervous," he replied running his fingers through her hair.
"Excited," she said, her voice rising at the end signaling that it was a question.
"I get to spend an entire day with you. And, as an extra bonus, I don't have to wait five seconds for you to respond. Life is good, Kolbie."
Kolbie laughed and rolled over. She propped herself up on her elbows and smirked. "Ah, what are we going to do?"
"Whatever you would like to do," he said to her.
He'd picked up on her eloquent way of speech. Girls liked guys that were like them. However, it wasn't until the previous night that he realized that he would never be able to completely relate to her. He'd never been abused. He'd never been raped. He'd never gone home with the fear of not being alive the next day. He was always safe and sheltered and he never had to worry about things like that. So he tried to relate to her with her way of speaking.
"Okay, well, first, I'm going to take a shower and I'll be back. Then we can plan from there," she told him. "Do we have a deal?"
"We have a deal, Miss. Charles," he replied.
Kolbie smiled and pushed herself off the bed. She ran her fingers through her hair as she walked out of the door. "One hour," she told him as she left.
Wilbur sighed and walked out of his bedroom. He had to talk to his father. He needed to tell someone about her and he trusted his father the most. He walked up the stairs, not wanting to take the tube, he wanted time to think. He had to word everything properly and he had to make sure that the story was correct. He huffed and reached out to open the door of his father's inventing office. He looked about the office and out of the large windows. He watched the sun as he walked over to the blue mess of on the floor.
"Are you still blowing this thing up, dad?" He asked his father.
Cornelius turned around as he wiped the blue goo out of his blond spiky hair. "I'm sure that's not what you are up here for. What do you want to talk about?"
"Kolbie," he said.
His father walked over to the desk and sat down in his chair. He made himself comfortable; he knew that he would be listening for a while. "Alright, I have all day."
"She has nowhere else to go. She's all alone here, okay? Her father's abusive manner pushed her mother to suicide as Kolbie watched. Kolbie was crying in her sleep last night. She needs somewhere to go. She needs a place to say. We can't send her back home."
"We can't keep her without proof."
"She's covered in bruises," he told his father.
"There's no proof."
"Damnit," Wilbur exclaimed as his hit his hand on the desk. "Are you kidding?"
"Wilbur,"
"No, there's proof. Why would she lie?"
"Because she was told too," the blond haired man said calmly.
"No, she wouldn't," Wilbur said slowly.
"Wilbur, supposing that this is true, what are we going to do about it?" He asked.
"I don't know," his son replied. "I hadn't thought that far."
"We would have to turn her in to the police. They would have to search her house and question her father. We would be charged with kidnapping."
"She could die if we send her back," Wilbur stressed.
"I understand your concern and I believe you."
"You are the most influential man in the world. You can fix this."
"I can't. Not without the proof."
"Okay," Wilbur said. He rolled his eyes and left his father behind him.
"Hey, you," Kolbie said from her stop in his bed. She'd showered and dressed in jeans and a tank top. He could see the fading bruises on her arm and he clenched his fist. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied as he approached her.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and sighed. "Okay, you ready?"
"For what?" she questioned.
"Our fun day, duh, Kolbie, keep up," Wilbur told her. "But, I want to take you to my dad's lab really fast. I have something to tell him."
"Um, okay," Kolbie's voice was hesitant.
"No worries. It will only take like a second, promise."
Kolbie followed slowly. She was slightly confused. There was something that she didn't like about his voice. The way that it sounded was off. He sounded like he was planning. She didn't like it, not on bit. She brushed her dark hair from her eyes and frowned. She walked until she came to the door that Wilbur had just recently exited. "What are we doing up here? I don't think that your father will like it too much."
"It doesn't matter. Just come on. Dad," he shouted as he walked into the lab.
He pointy haired father was in the same place that he left him. Only he was looking at some papers. He looked up when he heard his son calling him. He looked and saw Kolbie beside him. Cornelius'' eyes widen slightly as he saw firsthand the amount of damage that had been done to the young girls' flesh. Even though the bruises were fading, there were still very prominent. They covered her arms, tangling within themselves, becoming a maze. The bruise started to disappear towards her wrist but there were still a few on her hands. He looked at her grey eyes and saw a light ring, a fading bruise on her eye, that wasn't bad enough to be a black eye. He wanted her look down. She seemed aware of what he was doing and the elder Robinson stopped. "I see," he muttered to himself. "What can I do for you?"
"Can we use the protectosphere?" Wilbur asked.
"Yes, go ahead. I think that you will enjoy it, Kolbie. Although, it was not originally built for play," Wilbur's father shot his son a look. "Have fun."
"We will," Wilbur replied as he turned Kolbie around softly. Wilbur looked at his father and nodded before mouthing, "What now?" He watched his father shrug and wave him away.
"What's the protectosphere?" Kolbie asked pulling Wilbur back to the present.
"It's a fun bubble," he told her. "You'll like it come on."
Wilbur pulled the female down the stairs and out of the house. He couldn't wait to get her in one of the bubbles. She was going to love it. Well, she might. He was pretty sure that she would but then again. He shook the doubt from his head and stopped at a large silver arch in the backyard. The large arch had a small control panel on the left side and inside was a bubble wand.
"Is this the protectosphere?" Kolbie asked.
"It is. Would you like to know how it works?" He asked her. He knew that she was curious about things like that. He watched her nod and he exhaled. "Alright, so the bubble wand makes a bubble that can only be destroyed by a needle at the end of this course. And that's it. You run in the bubble and then you get to the end and you pop. It's fun."
"Safe?" She asked him.
"Fun and safe; I'll go first if you want," he replied. She shook her head. "Okay," he pushed her under the arch and then pressed the blue button on the panel. The bubble wand moved above her and rapidly enclosed her inside of a bubble. She looked over at him and he pushed her bubble and mouth "Go." She shook her head. Wilbur sighed and pushed her bubble backwards on to the nail that would pop the bubble. He then pushed the blue button again and then ran into the direct line of the bubble wand, pulling Kolbie with him. Once they were both enclosed in the bubble he smiled. "Better?" he asked.
"So what do we do?" she asked him.
"We run," he replied a smile played on his lips. "Ready?" he asked her. She nodded. "On three, okay. One, two, three," he counted as he pushed on the front of the bubble.
Kolbie followed his lead. They ran inside of the clear liquid bubble, left, right, left, right. At first it took a little work to get the bubble going. It was surprisingly hard to push, but after they hit the first hill it was easy. The first hill gave them speed. They raced down the hill and then around a sharp turn. Wilbur heard an oddly familiar sound, Kolbie's laugh, but he'd only heard it a few times before, and yet it was so familiar. He chanced a look at her. A smile, a true smile, played on her lips. She was having fun. She was enjoying herself. He smiled. He was glad that she was happy. Another sharp turn on the track caused Kolbie to stumble and almost lose her footing, Wilbur placed his hand on her lower back to keep her from falling. Then the final turn caused them both to lose their footing and fall in the spinning bubble. Then suddenly Wilbur's back was on the ground and Kolbie was lying on top of him.
"Are you okay?" he asked her. She laughed. "Well, I'll take that as a yes."
"Can we do it again?" she asked.
"No." He reached up and plucked a few pieces of grass from her hair. "Wait," he pulled a few more out. "Okay."
He kissed her forehead, "Let me up."
The ebony hair girl shook her head.
"No?" Wilbur asked his voice was curious.
"No," she clarified.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because," was she reason.
"No reason?" he asked again he was being to feel like her in a way, asking all sort of questions.
Wilbur placed his hands on her side gently; he'd memorized every bruise on her fair skin, and pushed her off of him gently. He sat her on the ground softly. He then sat up and sighed.
"That wasn't fair," she told him. A small pout graced her pink lips.
"I apologize."
He looked upwards toward the sky and sighed. He felt Kolbie place her head on his chest and exhaled. He wrapped his arm around her loosely and sighed. They remained like that in silence as Wilbur watched the clouds and Kolbie picked blades of grass from the dirt. He ran his fingers though her hair slowly and sighed. She huffed.
"What?" he asked.
"Hmmm," she hummed as she thought. "I think that I have a crush on you," she said slowly.
Wilbur looked down at her and smiled. "Is that so?" he asked her. She nodded. "And what do you plan on doing about this crush that you have on me?"
"Nothing," she replied.
Wilbur pushed her petite figure away from him, to get a better look at her grey eyes, and tilted his head to the side. This girl was a mystery. He was never going to understand her. When he admitted that he had a crush on her, then she ran away. She wanted to have nothing to do with it. Now when she admits that she has a crush on him, she still wants to do nothing about it. He rolled his eyes and looked away from her. Then it hit him. She wasn't going to do anything about it. It had taken all of what she had to admit that she liked him.
"Well, can I do something about it?" he asked her calmly.
Kolbie seemed lost in thought, but she nodded. He hoped that she'd heard him, so the actions that followed weren't too surprising.
Wilbur leaned towards her and kissed her cheek. He hesitated as he touched the opposite side of her face. She turned willingly, he saw that she grey eyes were distant, and he placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. She exhaled shakily and Wilbur pulled back slightly. He didn't want to scare her. He leaned back towards her and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth again. She looked down and he lifted her chin with his thumb. She pulled away from him again.
He sighed. "Kolbie," he called to her. He knew the sound of her name would get her attention. He had it all planned out. All she had to do was look and she did.
He pressed his lips to hers gently; he felt her body tense as she tried to accept this. He ran his fingers though her hair and he felt her relax into the kiss. He smirked as his lips moved against hers. Wilbur removed his hand from her ebony hair and twisted his fingers with hers, to comfort her. His heart raced in his chest as her lips caressed his. There were butterflies in his stomach. He felt dizzy. And he liked it. He'd only felt like this once, his first kiss. He liked how she made him feel. He'd never felt like this when he kissed Brandi. It was kind of blank and emotionless on his part. It felt like he was kissing some random, nameless girl. However, when he was kissing Kolbie, he felt like he was kissing someone ad he liked it.
Wilbur pulled away from their first kiss, breathless. He noticed that Kolbie too, was breathless. She looked down and then buried her face in his chest. He kissed her hair and smiled. He loosely wrapped one arm around her waist. He smiled as he felt Kolbie sigh.
"That's wasn't so bad was it?" he asked her playfully.
She snorted. "It wasn't."
"Good," he said. "So, can I?"
Kolbie lifted her head from his chest and tilted her head to the side. ''I beg your pardon?"
"I'm sorry; may I?" he asked again. He leaned towards her.
"You may."