DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons" or "High School Story," I only own Diana, Karena, and Wesley.

I could not decide whether to wear the blue bikini or the pink one to Brian's party. I heard the door open, and I watched as Mom and Wesley walked in the room.

"Hey Diana," Mom said, and then she grinned. "Oh, I know that look."

"What look?" I asked, blushing.

"That's your debate look," Mom answered. "Are you deciding what activities you're doing throughout your high school career?"

"That's a nice try, but I already got that figured out," I answered. "I'm trying out for cheerleading on Friday."

"Good for you!" Mom exclaimed. "So, what are you deciding?"

"I'm heading to a party tonight and I'm deciding which bikini to wear."

"You're going swimming?" Wesley asked. "I wanna go too!"

"Wesley, you're not going to the party, it's for the older kids. And neither are you, Diana."

"Wait, what?" I looked up in shock. "Why not?"

"A party on a school night? I don't think that's a good idea."

"Mom, would it help if I told you I'm going with someone?"

"I'm sorry, Diana, but the answer is still no."

"Mom, the party will be over before curfew."

"Diana Evelyn, I said no," Mom said sternly.

"Mom, I promised my friend I would go with her. And I hate breaking promises. I'm not asking you to prove I'm rebellious, because I'm not. I'm asking you so that I can get to know more people. Isn't that what a party is, after all?"

Mom contemplated deep in thought, scratching her head covered in brown wavy hair, and then she let out a sigh.

"I'll talk to your father. But I can't make any promises."

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed.

"In case you do go, I think the blue one suits you," Mom replied with a wink.

"Nah, wear the pink one," Wesley chimed in. "It brings out your brown eyes and black hair."

"Come on, Wesley, let's leave Diana alone and cook dinner."

I smiled as my mom and brother left the room, and I continued to look at the two bikini suits. Wes is right. Pink does go well with my eyes and my hair. Pink it is.

I heard a knock on my door as I finished putting on my clothes over my bikini.

"Who is it?"

"It's Dad."

"Come in."

I watched as Dad opened the door, walked in my room, and closed the door.

"So, your mom tells me you're going to a party," Dad said, sitting down on the bed.

"I hope so. Mom was against the idea because it's a school night. She said she was going to talk to you about it."

"And we did." I watched my dad's expression turn stern.

"I take it I'm not going?"

"Actually, yes, you can go."

"Wait, really?" I asked in surprise.

"One of your friends is here, and that's why I came up to talk to you. Your mom told me everything the two of you said, and you both brought up some good points. Diana, I know for a fact that I would not be a good father had I sheltered you from living your life. You need to explore so that you can gain experience. That is why I am letting you go to that party."

"Thank you so much—"

"But hold on," Dad interrupted, holding up his right hand as if to tell me 'stop.' "I have some rules. There might be alcohol present. If word goes around that you drank some at the party, you will be grounded. If you are tempted, ask me to bring you a hat, and I will come pick you up."

"Bring me a hat?" I asked, confused.

"What do you want me to do? Bring you a sweater to wear in the pool?" Dad asked sarcastically before continuing. "Second big rule: Be. Home. Before. Curfew. I will be happy to have the police escort you home if you are still out afterwards."

"Dad, you are the police," I replied flatly.

"I'm a special agent, not the local police. Anyway, other than those two rules, just… be nice, don't get into fights, and always let someone know where you're going."

"Yes, Dad."

"One more thing: have fun." Dad paused as he got up, and we embraced. "I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Dad." I felt my dad kissing the top of my head before we pulled away. I started to head down the stairs and out the door.

"Be safe!" I heard both my parents yell as I got in the car with Emma.

"Diana! You made it!" Brian exclaimed with a smile, and then his eyes fixated on Emma. "I know you weren't invited."

I struggled to make eye contact until I laid eyes on another blonde girl, whose name was Mia, who started to approach us.

"Brian, aren't you going to let them in?" she asked.

"It's nothing personal," Brian answered. "There's a 'Hotties Only' rule around here—"

"Oh, well, if you aren't going to let another one of us in," another girl with brown hair, Sydney, said, approaching us. "Then we'll just leave. I don't feel as hot anymore."

"Oh no! That won't be necessary! I was merely joking!" Brian paused as he stared at us. "Please, come in."

Emma and I followed Brian inside his big house after I gave him a glare, and we turned towards the girls.

"Thank you so much!" Emma exclaimed.

"We don't leave one another behind," Mia replied.

"If you're ever in a jam, you know where to find us!" Sydney said as she and Nellie walked away.

"So, where should we go first?" Emma said as another girl, Maria, approached us.

"I need to get your opinion. What is your first impression of this party?"

"Umm…"

"That is an excellent question," I replied, remembering my dad saying that numerous times. "I'm not a fan of the host, so I have to say the same for the party."

"Do not worry!" Maria replied. "At the homecoming dance, all students will feel welcome! I'm Maria, by the way."

"I'm Emma, and this is Diana, a freshman."

"How was your first day, Diana?"

"I enjoyed it, thank you!"

"Super! Well, I have to get more polls, but let me know if you have questions about homecoming!"

"Why don't we dance?" I suggested to Emma, pointing to the dance floor, where I watched another student struggling to find a groove.

"I'm going to hang out with other people, but feel free to get to know everyone!" Emma said, and I waved to her as I went to the dance floor.

"Hey there!" a boy with black hair yelled out, and he walked over to me. "I'm Ezra. Is this your first party?"

"I'm Diana, and yes, it is!" I yelled back.

"Maybe you can teach my friend Aiden some moves!"

"Well, I'll see what I can do!" I exclaimed as I walked over to Aiden, who also has black hair. "Try this move!" I tapped my foot to the beat while bringing my arms over my head at the same time. "It's like dancing to the beat on a drum! Afterwards, you can add a little style to it. Like this!"

I moved my hips from one side to the other while still tapping my foot to the beat, and I watched as Aiden started to do the same thing.

"That's it!"

"My man Aiden can finally dance!" Ezra exclaimed as I left the dance floor and went to the food table where the cheerleaders were gathered.

"Diana, hello!" Sydney exclaimed. "We're so excited to have you tryout!"

"Thanks! I'm excited too."

"This food is delicious," a girl with brown hair, Payton, said.

"Nothing beats the company I order my catering from," Mia replied as I grabbed a small bowl of nacho cheese and pretzel balls.

"Watch this guys!" We turned to watch Sydney twirl after she tossed a pretzel bite in the air, and she caught it in her mouth.

"Let me try!" I exclaimed as I grabbed a pretzel bite from my plate. "Outside of school, I'm a ballet dancer and I know mixed martial arts, so this should be a piece of cake." I performed the pirouette and easily got the pretzel bite to fall into my mouth.

"Go Diana!" Payton exclaimed.

"Now watch the master at work," Mia said as she attempted to twirl twice, but the food landed on her head and onto the floor.

"It's alright, Mia, you'll get it next time," Sydney encouraged her.

"Who asked you, Little Miss Perfect?" Mia asked, clearly angry as she walked away, and Sydney followed her.

"Mia must still be recovering from her breakup," Payton explained as we separated. I went outside and saw Caleb talking to another girl, whose brown hair was in a bun.

"This party is not fun. Now let's go to Kara's party."

"I'm having fun here," Caleb replied.

"Whatever. Come find me whenever you're done here."

I watched as Zoe left, and I shook my head as I approached Caleb.

"Hey Diana, what's going on?"

"Caleb, you can do so much better than her," I told him.

"Maybe I don't want to do better," Caleb said with irritation.

"I'm sorry, maybe I should walk away and let you calm down—"

"No, wait. Come here." I stopped, turned back around, and walked towards him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you away. I know Zoe can be rough sometimes, but she has a good heart."

"That didn't sound like a good heart to me," I replied. "But it's your choice." I paused as I turned to walk away from him. "Would you like some company?"

"That sounds nice. Thanks. So, what's your last name?"

"Robinson."

"Oh yeah, that's right. Emma was talking about how she made friends with Cornelius Robinson's granddaughter. I didn't know he had kids."

"His only child, Wilbur, is my dad," I explained. "He actually gave me this shirt because it was his favorite. If you took one good look at him, then you would know easily. I look just like him… that is, without the cowlick. You know, I've tried the cowlick before, but I never really liked it on me."

"You've got the bangs," Caleb replied. "Maybe you can pull it off."

"Oh, I can. I just don't like it. I would just come off looking like a nerdy girl."

"You do not look nerdy. You're cute." I blushed. "What am I saying? I have a girlfriend—"

"Who does not seem to care about what you think," I interrupted.

"I can't just break things off with her, Diana. I love her. We've been together for one year… on Thursday."

"Well, good for you," I replied, still feeling that instinct that something wasn't right. "I think you need a distraction, to have some fun. What do you say we play some Twister?"

"You know Twister?" Caleb asked in surprise.

"My mom likes to play the old-fashioned games, and it looks like there's a Twister game set up. What do you say?"

"Let's do it!"

We walked over to the game where the computer was already set up to start the game.

Right foot, red. Right hand, yellow.

"Oops, sorry!" Caleb exclaimed as our hands almost touched. "Go ahead, ladies first."

Right foot, blue. Left foot, green.

"Oh good Lord!" I exclaimed as I tried to stretch my legs out while keeping my hand on the green. "Whew! Made it!"

"I'm not gonna make it!" Caleb exclaimed as he fell on his back, tripping over me in the process, and I landed on top of him.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly getting up. I held out my hand for Caleb to take, and he took it.

"What do you say we go in the pool?" Caleb suggested, and I agreed, taking off my shirt and my pants to reveal my bikini. "Pink's a great color on you."

"Blue isn't bad for you, Caleb," I replied as we walked down the stairs into the pool.

"Oh, perfect!" We heard Payton come outside with a camera around her neck. "I have photo duty tonight and we need a photo of someone in the pool!"

"Shoot away!" I replied. Just as the picture was snapped, Caleb and I felt a wave of water come over us. "Well, shucks! I was hoping my hair would stay dry!"

"We are at a pool party, remember?" Caleb asked before I realized we were just inches away from each other.

"Touché. Well, we're already wet so… tag!" I splashed some water at Caleb, and we cracked up laughing.

"Two can play at this game!" Caleb replied back as we continued our water fight.

"Diana Robinson never fails!" I exclaimed, still laughing and having fun. After a few minutes, we relaxed against the wall and caught our breaths. "Well, I'm going to go dry off. Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"It's upstairs and straight ahead."

"Thanks."

"Guys!"

I screamed as I ran outside to greet the group.

"Diana, is everything alright?" Maria asked with shock.

"I can't find Caleb anywhere!"

"I saw him leave the yard and down that way," Maria replied.

"Then let's go!" I started walking out of the yard when I realized that no one was following me. "I can't be the only one who cares."

"I'd do anything for Caleb," Emma spoke up. "I'll go with you."

"Me too," Maria said along with a few others, saying that the party was boring, and we got into our respective cars and looked around. We met up at a diner to figure out another plan.

"What would Caleb do in a funk?" I asked.

"I hate to break it to you, Diana," Michael spoke up. "But none of us really hang out with Michael."

"What's going on?" We all turned to see a boy with brown hair with the girl who photographed me this morning.

"Oh, hey guys!" the girl said. "What brings you here?"

"We're looking for Caleb," I started to explain.

"He found out that Zoe was cheating on him," Emma chimed in.

"I knew it would happen eventually," the boy said, and I turned to him in shock.

"You knew?! How?"

"It's Wes. He makes it his business to know everything," the girl explained. "I'm Autumn, by the way."

"Well, since you know everything, who am I?" I asked with a grin.

"Diana Robinson, daughter of Wilbur Robinson and granddaughter of Cornelius Robinson," Wes answered. "And already in the thick of the drama, I see." Balls. He does know everything…

"We're looking for Caleb," I explained with concern in my voice. "Would you know where he is?"

"Sorry, it's just been the two of us all night," Autumn sadly answered.

"Try the arcade," Wes suggested. "That's where Caleb likes to cool down."

"Arcades still exist?" I asked, remembering the time my dad took me to the 1980s in my grandpa's time machine to play in an arcade. "I have never seen an arcade before in my life."

"We have one here in Westport!" Emma said with enthusiasm. "Let's go!"

We eventually made it to the arcade and walked to a group of two boys and two girls.

"Hi there, we're looking for—"

"Can't talk," the girl, who had pink hair said while dancing. "Must. Beat. My high score."

"If you want to talk to Sakura, you have to get in the game," the boy with dark brown hair explained.

"Not me," Aiden said, stepping back. "You've seen my dance moves."

I watched as everyone else stepped back in awkwardness.

"Fine, I'm going in," I said, putting on a firm face. "But you guys owe me. Give me the money."

The other boy, who also had black hair, swiped the card, and I joined the game.

"Ready to fail?" Sakura asked.

"Bring it on!" I replied, and I followed the dance steps perfectly, beating her in the game and claiming the top score. "Yes!"

"I've been bested!" Sakura asked. "Beginner's luck. What do you need?"

"We're looking for Caleb. Do you know where he went?"

"He mentioned something about going to the beach," the other boy, Nishan, answered. "He said he needed to clear his head."

"I wish I could give Caleb a hug right now," Emma said as we left the arcade and drove to the beach.

"There he is!" I exclaimed, pointing to the only figure on the beach. As we approached him, I watched Caleb look over the waves with sadness in his eyes.

"Let's go talk to him," Aiden suggested, but Maria held her hand out.

"We shouldn't crowd him at once. One of us should go. But who would he trust the most?"

"I guess I can go," Julian, Caleb's teammate said. "We're on the football team and he confides in me a lot. But I'm not very good with talking about feelings."

"Then I'll go," I suggested, and I left to sit next to Caleb.

"You are a mysterious man, Caleb." I watched Caleb turn his head toward me with an expression of surprise. "We've been driving all over town trying to find you, and I even broke a new record in an arcade."

"You went through all of that for me?" Caleb asked in awe. "I'm sorry for leaving like that, but I needed to blow off some steam."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the moon in the sky and the waves shifting back and forth. I took a good look at Caleb, and before I knew it, I was taking out my phone to take a picture of him.

"I don't understand. Why would Zoe cheat on me?"

"I don't know, Caleb. I really don't know. It's possible that you and Zoe were not meant to be together, and tonight showed that. Breakups happen, but we're only in high school. Give yourself some time to heal, but then you gotta keep moving forward. You deserve so much better than Zoe. Trust me. The next one will be better. You just have to give it time."

"I had pictured my life with Zoe in it, Diana," Caleb explained. "We'd graduate high school and go to college together, and eventually, we'd have a family. One year went down the drain."

"Whoa, now wait a minute. Our lives are made in these small hours, which are made of little wonders that we must cherish, no matter the outcome. I've spent my small hours getting to know myself and my family and friends. Who's Caleb Mitchell when he's single and has a whole lifetime ahead of him?"

"I really don't know, Diana."

"Well, just from what I have seen in one day, Caleb is smart, kind, loyal, he is an athlete, and he puts his friends first. Let's see what other qualities Caleb has!"

"You know something, Diana? You're right." I watched a smile finally form on his face. "It's time to find out who I am."

"How are you doing now?" I asked.

"I'm not one hundred percent, but I'm better," Caleb replied as I pulled him in for a hug. "Thank you, Diana. I needed this."

"You've got a friend in me, Caleb," I told him with a smile. "Keep moving forward, but if you need to talk, just come find me, and I'll listen."