AUTHOR'S NOTE: Almost 250 views in this 'book' for July! Thank you! This story I had written almost right away, but I did have writer's block while writing this. Now, I haven't had any experience where a loved one passed away, but most people yearn for another chance to talk to their loved ones. So this is what is going on here. Lastly, you'll notice that the disclaimer says that I don't own "High School Story" and not "Meet the Robinsons." While Wilbur is mentioned, he is not in this story. The character who passed away is from "High School Story." Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "High School Story," I only own Diana and Berethor.

STORY #19: Visions

STORIES OF REFERENCE: Her Heart's Calling (Ch. 15-18); Diana's High School Story (Ch. 1-3); Insanity (Ch. 14); Diana's Trials (Ch. 1)

NARRATOR: Diana

JUNE 2, 2067 – WESTPORT, CONNECTICUT, USA

I woke up in excitement that I was getting married in just nine days. But my smile quickly went away. I needed to take care of some unfinished business. I got up out of bed, and I got dressed in my dad's lightning bolt shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers.

Yes, I still had the shirt that my dad gave me for my tenth birthday twelve years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. My dad had given me his favorite childhood t-shirt to guide me through junior high and high school. It didn't help me very much in junior high as I was the cheerleader who was always made fun of due to my acne, but I soared in high school. I quickly became the most popular kid in school and eventually became the captain of the cheerleading squad. And I had my first taste of what being in an intimate relationship was about.

I walked out the door and I first walked to the boutique store where I bought white roses. Then, I walked to the cemetery where my late boyfriend was buried. I imagined his body had probably returned to dust by now, but every summer, I continued to go to his grave to show my love and gratitude. I found his grave, set the flowers by his headstone, and I knelt down in front of the headstone and read it.

CALEB R. MITCHELL

May 2, 2044 – April 26, 2063

A Westport High School legend with dreams

I placed my hand on the headstone, and a vision was brought to life. I was in the same house I saw when my fiancé proposed to me a year ago, but this time I was alone.

"Hello?" I asked in my vision. "Is anyone there?"

"Diana? Is that you?"

I turned to my left to see Caleb, my late boyfriend with black skin, black hair, brown eyes, and a smile on his face, and I ran over to hug him. He hugged me back and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"It's so good to see you, Diana," Caleb told me, still giving me that smile I had always loved.

"It's always good to see you, Caleb. Even though I know this isn't real."

"A white lie doesn't hurt. It's kept our spirit alive for so long."

"Caleb, this will be the last time I'm visiting your grave," I told him, but he kept the smile on his face.

"I remember you telling me last year that you got engaged. Are you married now?"

"No, the wedding's not for another nine days. But I am very excited about it."

"Are you getting married here in Westport?"

"No, we're getting married in Todayland like my parents did," I explained. "It's more convenient for my future in-laws anyway since Todayland's closer to California."

"That makes sense. So, what all will be going on at your wedding?"

"The wedding is going to be beautiful, Caleb," I answered with bliss. "The wedding's going to be on a ranch with horses and a garden. Tallulah said she has my dress ready, but I haven't seen the finishing touches yet. I have six bridesmaids: Emma is my maid of honor, and then there's Maria, Myra, Jade, Amy, and my future sister-in-law Amelia. My fiancé tells me that he chose Michael, Rory, and Ajay to be three of his six groomsmen."

"It sounds like you've introduced all of your friends to your future husband," Caleb replied with a smile, which never broke this whole time.

"They all love Berethor and how he has supported me all this time after you left. Berethor was even more in awe when I told him all of our stories at Westport High."

"I know. I was watching you."

"Really?" I asked with hope in my brown eyes.

"Really. You and Berethor make quite a pair. Did you read my letter?"

"Yes, I did on my graduation night, and again when I questioned myself on how I truly felt about Berethor. I love that you said you were praying for my future husband already. And you were right. He's given me so much since you went home. But it doesn't mean I don't miss you. On the contrary, I'm still very happy you were part of my high school story, but even more importantly, you were a part of my life."

"Did you know my last thought was about you?" Caleb asked, and I gave him a surprised look before he nodded his head. "Before my body got hit with that car, I thought about how lucky I was that you were in love with me."

"I always will be, Caleb."

"No, Diana. I haven't been in your world since the day I died. You've fallen in love with a memory while being in love with your fiancé. You're getting married soon, and you need to let me go."

"I know," I replied with sadness. "But it doesn't mean I'll stop thinking of you."

"Diana, promise me something: if you do think of me, smile at the memory instead of cry, and then share that with Berethor. Berethor's a great guy, Diana. I know you two will have a blooming marriage."

"Caleb, I wish you and Berethor had met each other. You would have liked him."

"I DO like him, Diana. He's taken great care of you, and he'll do more than that when you marry him."

"Thank you for having faith in me. Thank you for being my guardian angel throughout this time."

"Guardian angel? I like that. Would you like me to continue being your guardian angel?"

"I'd like that," I replied with a smile, and we hugged each other tightly. "I love you, Caleb. Always."

"I love you, too, Diana. Now, I think someone wants to see you."

"Wait, who?"

"Turn around."

I felt a hand on my right shoulder as I came back to reality. I turned around to find my copper-haired fiancé behind me with a concerned look on his face.

"Your dad told me I'd find you here," Berethor explained as I stood up. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," I answered, giving him a smile. "I was just visiting him for the last time."

"The last time before you're a married woman?"

"No, for good. Berethor, I'm marrying you in nine days. It's time to put the past behind me and move forward with you."

"I'm proud of you, Diana."

"Strangely enough, every time I visit Caleb's grave, I get these visions that feel real. Today, I really felt like I was talking to him."

"What did you two talk about?" Berethor asked with a smile on his face.

"We talked about a lot of things: I talked to him about you, our wedding, his last thoughts, and how he has been my guardian angel since he died."

"Caleb will always be with you," Berethor replied, putting a strand of my black hair behind my right ear. "I think his being your guardian angel suits him."

"Thank you, Berethor, for being here with me all this time," I told him, running my fingers through his copper-brown hair and bangs and then gazing into his blue eyes. "Thank you for giving me time to heal and explore this relationship with you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life."

"Speaking of which, here."

Berethor handed me a gift bag, and I took out a black t-shirt with the white tree of Gondor on it.

"I'm sensing a theme here," I said out loud with a smirk.

"Your dad explained how you got that shirt you're wearing and how it represented him. It represented you, too, all this time. Now, you have a shirt that represents us and our future."

"I love it. So tell me: am I more of a Morwen or more of an Idrial?"

"Both, actually," Berethor answered, caressing my right cheek. "Like Morwen, you are not afraid to be bold with your words and you love the people around you. Like Idrial, you show compassion and you do not show hesitance. And, if you really do have visions, you and Idrial have one more thing in common."

"Actually, yes, I do have visions. When you proposed to me, the scene I described to you was a vision." I paused, running my fingers through his bangs. "Berethor, my dad is a Jedi Knight, and I think I am Force-sensitive because I am his daughter. That is why I have these visions, but they don't hurt me."

"You're a Jedi?" Berethor asked with surprise.

"No, I wasn't trained. I'm just a Force-sensitive woman." I paused, letting out a chuckle. "If The Third Age was a Star Wars game instead of a Lord of the Rings one, Berethor, Idrial, and Eaoden would easily be Jedi Knights."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"You've seen Eaoden with his spear," I explained, at first with a raised eyebrow, and then my expression relaxed. "Berethor could be a Jedi with the way he fights."

"Diana, all he does in all of his moves is swing his sword from one side to the other," Berethor replied with a flat expression.

"I'm taking about him moving his sword when he does his little victory call!" I shot back, breaking into laughter. "And that's not true. He uses his shield in his 'Gondor Rampage' move."

"Yeah, that still doesn't qualify him to be a Jedi."

"If he can use a sword, he can use a lightsaber. Besides, he's a leader full of quality. Anyway. Both Idrial's skills with a sword and her ability to call water spirits are both strong traits of a Jedi Knight."

"You're missing one person: Morwen."

"Wait, why?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Morwen has not one, but two axes," Berethor explained. "Morwen can easily be a powerful Jedi just for wielding two weapons. Actually, Morwen might be the deadliest Jedi because of that."

"Don't rule Idrial out," I replied. "Because Idrial can be attuned with nature, she can be pretty powerful too."

"Morwen and Idrial have a duel of the fates to see who gets to marry Berethor!" my fiancé teased, and we both cracked up laughing.

"I would watch that," I said. "It's a nice change of pace from having two men compete for a woman."

"So why don't you get trained to be a Jedi?" Berethor asked.

"For one, it's a lot of responsibility," I explained. "I would have to find a Jedi master to train me, something my dad is not. Then I'd have to go to some planet billions of light years away to build my lightsaber. Then I'd have to go through these trials that are supposed to help me face my fears after years of training. My dad only trained for two months, but probably because he had been training his entire life."

"How did you both know that you were Force-sensitive?"

"My dad explained to me that he was time travelling to the year 2020 helping friends in Oklahoma trying to drive away an alien race. He was captured by their leader, who explained to him that he had a power. My dad had doubts at first, but then a friend of his, who is psychic, had him prove that he had the power, and he did. I probably got mine because, well, I'm his daughter."

"But how did you know?" Berethor asked, and I shrugged.

"Well, I was a cheerleader during my childhood and I could perform so many complicated flips and moves, and most of the time it just came to me. It was very rare that I actually had to try. The visions didn't start coming to me until Caleb died. I've… felt his presence, even though I was alone. Like he was in the room with me. At first, I fainted. But the visions just felt so real every time I visit his grave. It's like his soul is in this glamorous house and I visit his house to talk to him."

"So what do you see in your visions now?"

"Our future, which is so wonderful. But I cannot say anything else because not everything is set in stone. Sometimes visions can fool us, so we cannot rely on them too much."

"But in your case with Caleb—"

"I'm content, because even though I knew he wasn't really there, I know that he is watching over me. He always will, and he'll watch over you, too. Caleb was always one to be there for his friends no matter what. I guess that's true even after dying."

"You mentioned you were trained in karate," Berethor said, taking my hand and leading me out of the cemetery. "Have you actually been in a fight?"

"Once. It was only the second day of high school for me, and the night before, there was a party. Caleb had a girlfriend at the time. I convinced Emma to crash the party because she wasn't invited, and we enjoyed mingling with people. But then Caleb and I discovered his girlfriend was cheating on him with the host, so Caleb ran off. We managed to find him at the beach by Long Island Sound, where he learned that the host was not truly his friend. He and Brian, the host of that party, threw punches, and I tried to stop the fight by getting in the middle. I punched Brian on the side."

"You've got guts," Berethor replied with wide eyes. "That's for sure."

"The vice principal found us fighting and had us follow her to the office. Guess what our punishment was?"

"Suspension?"

"That's what my parents thought should have happened. No." I paused, letting out a laugh. "The principal had Caleb and me serve on the homecoming committee to learn how to be nice to each other."

"That is the most interesting punishment I have ever heard of in my life," Berethor replied, and I laughed even louder.

"I'm just thankful it wasn't my dad doing the punishing. When I'm in trouble, he shows tough love."

"What's the worst punishment you've ever received?"

"My internship with TIME."

"Wait, you were punished with an internship?" Berethor asked skeptically. "How does that work?"

"My dad somehow made arrangements for me to be an intern after I traveled to Pittsburgh without his permission and after the way I talked to him, which was horrible. I went through with the internship so that I could learn to respect my parents and bosses and elders. It turned out, the internship helped me decide what I want to do with my life."

We paused, smiling as we kept walking.

"So, was being a police officer always your calling?" I asked.

"Not initially. In fact, my mom is still terrified that I decided to pursue the field, even though your grandfather help make the profession a safer one. Granted, I don't carry a gun. Just a taser and plasma handcuffs. My mom wanted me to be a teacher like her, but I wasn't the smartest kid in the world. I was a B student."

"That's still a good thing! It means you're better than average."

"Yeah, but to me, it wasn't enough to be a teacher. I've wanted to help people, but not like that. My dad, on the other hand, was thrilled that I wanted to be an officer, and he cited the verses that talk about the armor of God."

"I'm surprised about your dad."

"My dad wanted to be a police officer, too," Berethor explained. "But he failed at the academy. He had always wanted to help the souls of criminals, so he became a pastor. And it's his favorite thing to do. So what about your parents? What was their inspiration?"

"If my dad hasn't told you, he's always loved taking his dad's time machine as a kid and travelling back to the past while pretending to be a special agent. My mom had wanted to follow her mom's path to be a singer, but since she died, I remembered her wanting to help kids, so that was why my mom chose music education."

"What do you picture our kids doing?" Berethor asked.

"You know, I haven't pictured our kids that much yet," I answered with laughter. "But I can imagine our daughter being a dancer like me. But as for after school, who knows? They'll be graduating in the 2080s! I'm not one to think of my future. I like to live in the moment, and that's exactly what I'll be doing on our wedding day – hoping that it will never end."

We paused, gazed into each other's eyes, and pulled in for a kiss.

"I can't wait for married life," Berethor said with a smile on his face.

"I can't wait to get old with you," I replied. "And I can't wait to be called Mrs. Wheaton."

We shared another kiss, and more after that. All I could focus on what how much he loved me, and my hands were all over his hair. We pulled apart after a few minutes, and we shared big smiles.

"Our plane is going to be leaving soon," Berethor said. "But I do have some news: The whole wedding party is driving first class."

"Wait, what?" I asked in amazement. "Berethor Wheaton, how did you pull that off?"

"I didn't! Your grandfather wanted us to ride together, so he paid for everything."

"You gotta love my family. They always come through for us."

"I look forward to being part of the family… officially, I mean."

We held each other for a little while longer before we finished our walk back to my parents' house for my last moments as Diana Robinson in my hometown.