AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote a lot over the past few days and now I'm playing post catch up.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Meet The Robinsons.
The raven haired girl lay on the floor of her apartment with her Art History book in front of her. She tapped the eraser of her pencil on her notebook and sighed. It had been three months, since the apartment was attacked. The singed spots on the carpet had been removed and the window replaced. Kolbie felt safer sleeping in her apartment, because Wilbur and his mother invested in a shatterproof window. Plans for the wedding had moved along swimmingly. A venue had been chosen, after weeks of arguing. Wilbur had picked his Best Man and his Groomsmen, Matt, James, Samuel, and Jordan, respectively. Kolbie had picked her Maid of Honor and Bridesmaids, Mel, Jackie, Charlotte and Anna –the latter two were new friends she'd met in Art Theory –, respectively. The couple had unanimously decided on a flower girl, Mary Jane. While they weren't planning the wedding, the couple was doing school work. Attending a school of the arts wasn't easy.
"Honey," Wilbur said from his spot on the futon. "Kolbie," she turned her grey eyes away from the size negative two font on the paper and to his brown eyes. "Can you stop taping?" She looked up at him and rolled her eyes and continued to tap. "Kolbie," he said again clearly annoyed with her. However, she ignored him. Unable to concentrate, he dropped the pillow off the sofa and on to her back. Startled, she stopped. "Thank you." Kolbie pushed the pillow off her back and tapped again. "Kolbie," Wilbur said, "you have to stop." However, she didn't. He closed the book he was reading and sat on the floor beside her. He took her pencil from her hand and kissed her neck. "I know that it helps you think, honey, okay? But it's killing me. Please," he begged. Kolbie rolled over on to her back and sighed. "Please," he asked before kissing her lips. "Please." Kolbie dropped her pencil and Wilbur kissed her again. "You're taking advantage of the fact that I can't be upset with you," Wilbur mumbled against her lips. She nodded and leaned up to kiss him again. "Well no more, you're sleeping on the futon tonight."
Kolbie could respond there was a knock at the door. She just laughed and kissed Wilbur again before he stood and walked to the door. Even though, she felt safer in the apartment, she still didn't feel as safe as she did before. So she always let Wilbur get the door.
"Hey, Mel," he greeted. "Matthew," he said.
"Kolbie, you can't study right now," Mel said after she placed a quick kiss on Wilbur's cheek. She then kicked Kolbie's book close and dropped another book in front of her. Kolbie groaned and sat back away from the new book. "You need to pick a dress," Mel stated. "Now we can go out and pick one or you and look in this book and then go out and get one.
Kolbie shook her head and opened her book again. "I'll pass."
"You have to have something to wear to our wedding," Wilbur said from the kitchen. "However, the less you wear…" his voice trailed off suggestively and Kolbie fought the urge to throw a pillow at him.
"Hush," Mel chastised.
Kolbie groaned and grabbed one of the books off the floor and looked at the dress. "They're so white. White clashes with my hair," she said after a moment of glaring at the pages.
Wilbur walked over to her and kissed her forehead. "All wedding dresses are white. What about that one?" he asked pointed at a strapless white floor length gown. The dress was simple and he thought it would look good of her.
"It's so white," she whined as she flipped past the dress he was pointing at.
"I know I should have called Jackie," she mumbled under her breath as she stood to grab the phone off the table.
Matt sat down on the floor next to Kolbie and took the magazine from her. "You want me and Will to put a dress for you?" he asked as he turned through the pages rapidly. He stopped on a short strapless white dress with rhinestones around the bust. "That one, you'd look good in that."
"Checking out my woman, Matt?" Wilbur questioned, a little on the defensive side.
"Not when he's got Jackie at home," Kolbie responded as she snatched the book from him. "And no, I will not be wearing that; so sorry, to disappoint you."
"Oh, you're a million times better looking than Jackie," Wilbur told her. "I don't adore her."
"Oh, that hurts my feelings," a southern voice said as she waltzed into the apartment.
"Do you have a key?" Kolbie questioned, curiously as she looked at the perky southern blond.
"Sure, let's go with that," Jackie responded. "Just kidding, yeah, I have a key."
"Wilbur, are you just giving out keys?" the raven haired girl asked.
"Nah, she asked for one," he informed.
"What are you going to do with your hair?" Jackie asked lifting Kolbie's dark hair off her shoulders. "You could cut it."
"No," the couple shouted together.
The blond lifted her hands as if in surrender and backed away from the wife-to-be. "Sorry, I mentioned it. But maybe trim the spilt ends." Kolbie pulled her hair over her shoulder and looked. "I can do it if you'd like. I promise to only trim the spilt ends."
Excited to get away from the pages of white wedding dresses, Kolbie stood and followed Jackie into the bathroom. Mel, knowing that her friend was trying to escape looking for a dress, followed with the books in hand. After the three girls left, the two boys remained. Wilbur and Matt had been friends since before school. His father worked with the elder Robinson. Matt would come over when the elder Robinson had an invention in the works to show to Matt's father. They'd been friends since the start.
"When are you gonna put a ring on, Miss. Jackie's finger," Wilbur asked slyly.
Matt rolled his eyes. "We can't all be luck and find an abused hot chick," he joked. "But I don't know."
"It's only been three years," Wilbur hinted.
"Eh," Matt responded. "It's not as easy as you and Kolbie make it seem. I'm pretty sure that you never fight."
"We do fight," he said thoughtfully. "We just get over it quickly."
"I see," Matt said. "Well, Jackie and I are fighting, now. Can't you tell?"
"Well, go and tell her you love her and then she'll melt and you wouldn't be in a fight," Wilbur told him. "It works both ways too."
From the back of the apartment, Kolbie said something about hating a dress and she hoped that it would fall of the face of the planet. Then she went into a long rant about how a wedding isn't about the stupid dress or the people or the types of flowers that no one can pronounce. It's about the two people getting married and agreeing to share a love and a life.
"Why not just take her to the Justice of the Peace?" Matt asked.
"My mom would kill me, and I kind of want the wedding. Her parents never had a real wedding; I want her to have the best. She's my girl," he told her. He looked up as the door to the bedroom opened. "Hey, you like nice."
"Were you talking about me?" Kolbie asked.
Wilbur pulled her down to the futon and kissed her cheek, "Always. Did you pick a dress?"
"No, she didn't," Melissa said. "You just can't have a wedding. Do you hear that? No, wedding for you!"
Jackie grabbed pulled Kolbie hair gently and sighed, "You gotta pick one. We can go out one day and look." Kolbie pulled her hair away and nodded. "I'll call you, okay?" she said as she walked towards the door. "See ya' later, I gotta go to work. I'm not like you two, and live off my parents." Wilbur scoffed and shook his head.
"Can I come with you?" Matt asked. Jackie stood for a moment, surprised, and then nodded. "See ya' later," he said as he waved. Wilbur mouthed something to Matt and he laughed, understanding, before he walked out of the door.
Mel stood, the last to go, and dropped her book on the floor. "Look through these. At least decided what kind of dress you like. I'm serious." Kolbie nodded and dropped her dress book on top of the ones already on the floor. "Bye, guys."
The couple waved off the friend and when she was gone, Kolbie exhaled loudly. Wilbur dropped in school book on to the pile of dress books and laid his head on her lap. Kolbie ran her fingers through his dark hair and sighed. They sat like that off a long while. Wilbur had long since learned that running her fingers through his hair calmed her and it felt good to him. After a moment, he leaned up and kissed her.
"They're right, you know that? You gotta have a dress, love," he told her. "However, if you want to go to the Justice of the Peace, then we can."
"You want the wedding. I want the wedding as well. I just don't want the whole wedding process," Kolbie admitted.
"We'll make it as simple as possible, love," Wilbur informed. "Now, will you get my book so I can finish reading my chapter?" Kolbie leaned forward and grabbed both of their books. "No tapping," he said sternly.
"No tapping," she agreed.
Wilbur opened the book to the page he'd left off on and started to read. Kolbie did the same. Quietly, she drummed her fingers on the spine of the book and read the page before her. For a good five minutes there was projective school work going on. Until, she started drumming her fingers on the hard cover of the book. Wilbur closed her book and sighed closing hers as well.
"Wanna go for a walk?"
