"Thanks for letting me sleep on the floor Lewis…" Wilbur said, quite irritated.

"Ugh" Lewis grunted.

"Can't I sleep on the bed?" Wilbur pleaded.

"NO."

"Whyyyyy?"

"Because," he paused, "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE! My son from the future is NOT supposed to be here."

"So? Shouldn't I, as your son, have at least some comfort." Wilbur threw in a dramatic sigh.

"Ugh, no. Go to sleep, you got school tomorrow."

"YAY! PAST-SCHOOL!"

Lewis shushed him profoundly.

"Sorry…" Wilbur whispered, "yay…"

Lewis turned around and went to sleep.

The next morning, at the peak of sunrise, Wilbur woke with a start. "IT'S SCHOOL DAY!"

He jumped on Lewis' stomach which Lewis returned with a loud grunt. "Ow.."

"IT'S SCHOOL DAY!"

Lewis rubbed his tired eyes and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand.

"I know Wilbur, go get dresse-"

"Already did!" Wilbur displayed his lightning T-Shirt.

"And your boo-"

"Yep," He held up some random comic books.

Lewis snatched the books away. "School books."

Wilbur thought a moment then shrugged, "Oh well, I'll find some." And he waltzed out the door.

Lewis pulled him away from the door. "Wait! You can't let my parents see you."

"No, duh!" Wilbur said, and sneaked around the house like a "ninja", as he called it.

Lewis sighed and pulled on Wilbur's collar, "Come on." He pulled him out the door, and into the sidewalk just outside the cheery observatory.

They walked to the Past School as Wilbur described it, and Lewis told him to just follow him in whichever class he went.

Wilbur nodded and began to look for a vacant locker.

He came to one locker which seemed to be empty but was stopped by another boy a little older than he was.

"Excuse me, but that's my locker."

Wilbur turned around slowly, "What?"

The boy snarled, "Get out of the way."

Wilbur glanced around snottily, "No."

The boy raised his arm in a threatening position and Wilbur cowered under his glare.

"Woah, Woah…" Lewis intervened in time. "Sorry about my friend, he's, uh, new here."

The boy scoffed, "He better be, cuz he should know better than to mess with me."

"Yeah sure, C'mon Wilbur," He said and gave one last glance to the boy.

"Who was that?" Wilbur looked back.

"That was Chad, the 'bully'. Though, no really pays him any mind. You shouldn't either." Lewis gave him a glare

Mental note, Wilbur told himself, Don't mess with…

"What was the dude's name?"

"Chad." Lewis sighed.

Don't mess with Chad. Wilbur corrected himself.

"So, what class first?"

Lewis took out a notepad and flipped through some pages. "Algebra," He finally answered and continued flipping through the book.

"Ugh," Wilbur sighed. Then he saw someone he recognized. "Hey is that Mom?" He shook Lewis.

Lewis glanced up, "Oh! Yeah…"

Wilbur squeaked, "Talk to her…"

Lewis shook his head violently, "Not now…"

"Why?"

"Disagreements…"

Wilbur gasped loudly, "NO! This shan't happen!"

Lewis whispered through clenched teeth, "Shut up…"

Wilbur was taking a long breath in to rant once more, but Lewis slapped a hand over his mouth. "Wilbur, let's go to class." He pulled him to a grey and dreary room.

Wilbur gaped at the boringness.

Mental note, never let my kids come to a boring Algebra room. He told himself.

After class, Wilbur complained constantly to Lewis, "THAT was the most boring thing ever…."

Lewis said, "I thought it was actually pretty interesting."

Wilbur scoffed loudly and asked, "What's next?"

"Science."

After the some other classed it was finally time for lunch.

"Ooo, what's that?" Wilbur pointed at some brown slimy mushy… stuff.

The obviously exasperated lunch lady answered blandly, "Mashed potatoes."

Wilbur winced, "I'm pretty sure mashed potatoes aren't brown…"

"Psst!" Lewis beaconed Wilbur to a seat next to him.

Wilbur escaped the lunch lady's glare and sat down in the seat. He looked around. "No one else to sit with?"

Lewis shook his head.

"Oh…" Then Wilbur smiled slyly, "What about the Bowler-Hat Guy/Kid…?"

Lewis' eyes widened, "Really? You wanna sit with him?"

Wilbur became confused, "yeah...Is that bad?"

Lewis smiled, "No, It's just, you beat him up when we were in the future…"

Wilbur laughed, "Yeah…"

"And basically called him smelly…."

Wilbur chuckled, "Yeah but-"

"AND, got really mad when-"

"OKAY….I may have been a little harsh with him in the past- or the future- but whatever, I'm cool! Just...Where is he?"

Lewis looked around, "I don't know… He's probably with his baseball team…"

Wilbur gave him a serious look.

"Okay, I take that back….Maybe by himself."

"THERE!" Wilbur yelled and pointed with such ferocity, that Lewis fell out of his chair.

"Bowler- err- GOOB!" Wilbur yelled out.

Goob turned around slowly.

"Yeah, you! Come and sit with us NOW!" Then Lewis pulled him back into his seat.

"Wilbur," Lewis pinched the bridge of his nose, "You can't yell at people like that!"

"But you're yelling at me…" Wilbur retorted.

"Ugh!" Lewis banged his head on the table. "Oh, hey Goob."

"Hi…" He said shyly. "You're the guy I met the other day…"

Wilbur stared for a moment, then nodded uncertainty. "Yes….Yes! I do recall."

Goob smiled, "Where do...where do I sit?"

Lewis pointed to a seat across from him.

"Thanks for letting me join Y'all," Goob said.

Wilbur chuckled, "Why of course, why would I-"

"Cuz I had no one to sit with, but I usually don't have anyone to sit with, but I was feeling kinda nervous today cuz of my baseball game, but I was still kinda used to being by myself, I've been that way for a while, but…"

Wilbur gave Lewis a look, "He's a talker."

Lewis only went, "Mhm."

Goob continued, "But the ladybug was on the other side of me so instead I ran the other way to avoid the ladybug, but there was another bug, so I didn't want to squish that one, so…"

"Wow! What a fascinating story!" Wilbur interrupted, "But, um, could we keep the stories to a minimum? I have a short attention span...So..Could you do that for me?"

Goob nodded, "I used to also, but then I just pretended I couldn't hear anyone, and…"

"Ughhhhh" Wilbur rubbed his eyes and groaned.

"You wanted him to sit with us," Lewis whispered.

"UGHHHHH" Wilbur only groaned louder.

"This is going to be a loooong day," Lewis said to himself and wrote some notes on his notepad.