A/N: I don't have much to say... Um, yeah, just enjoy the chapter. It's fluffy, but it builds on the plot. I had wanted to end it with a cliff hanger, but you'll be happy to know that I did not. So that's all. Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Meet the Robinsons.
All plans for ice cream were canceled. All plans for anything, until lunch, were canceled. Her wish to stay in bed was granted. The couple lay in bed and talked for the most part. He made her laugh and she made him laugh. They talked about the past, though carefully avoiding the more painful parts. They laughed and talked. She kept her body pressed close to Wilbur's and listened to his breathing. At one point, she'd fallen asleep with her head on his chest, his steady heartbeat as her lullaby. Then she'd woken up to an empty bed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she sat up and looked about for her roommate. His name began to form on her lips, but disappeared as the bathroom door opened, releasing the steam from the room. She sighed and brushed her bang from her eyes.
"You okay?" he asked her quietly. She nodded and hopped off the bed. She then hugged his damp body and he laughed. "Alright, so go shower, so we can leave." He kissed the top of her head and sighed. Contradicting himself, he pulled her closer and then kissed her forehead. "Now, go."
Her grey eyes rolled and she snorted. "Sir, yes, sir," she saluted. Wilbur gave her a light push into the hot bathroom and she smiled as she closed the door behind her.
He'd blindfolded her. He'd had the nerve to blindfold her. He told her to close her eyes, and she did as told, there was something on her face and when she opened her eyes it was still dark. Her slender fingers reached up to her eyes and Wilbur had slapped her hand away gently saying something about ruining the surprise. She'd moaned and groaned, but he simply kissed her and escorted her out of the room. Now she sat in the passenger seat, mumbling about how much she hated him. Wilbur laughed in the background, but remained quiet otherwise. He reached over and took one of her hands, and kissed the back of it whenever she would ask a question. He was being most unhelpful and she didn't like it. After ten minutes of mumbling and asking questions, Kolbie' just gave up and sat in silence.
"Here," he announced as she felt the craft pull into a spot. He reached over and pulled off the blindfold. Kolbie blinked a few times, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light that she'd been deprived of for the past half an hour. After a moment, she stared into the distance, but then she turned to him and hit him. Once, twice, three, four, five, six times before he even lifted an arm to defend himself. Even then, she continued to hit him. Her hits weren't hard, they never were for she knew the pain of that; however they were far from playful. "Hey, hey," he said, his voice echoing in the craft. He didn't want to grab her but he had to, to keep himself safe. He took both her wrist in his hand and shook them gently.
"Stop," she told him. The tone of her voice was unreadable. It was somewhere between angry and angry.
He pulled her closer, by tugging her wrists. His brown eyes locked with her grey ones. He could see the anger melting from her eyes. His lips then brushed hers lightly, effectively clearing out any anger she had left in her system. He kissed her again and released her wrists, sure that he was safe from her physical attacks. "You okay?" he asked. Kolbie crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, her eyes still facing ahead. Wilbur pressed a button to push the seat away from the steering wheel. He then pulled her on to his lap, her legs on either side of his body and tangled his fingers in her raven hair. "You're not mad are you?" he asked as he kissed her neck. His cool fingers slipped under her shirt to touch her warm skin. Her body chilled and she pressed her body close to his. "See, you're not mad." His cold hands ran up her back, leaving a path of frozen nerves behind them.
"Okay," she told him. His lips neared a sensitive area behind her ear. He stopped; his breath hot against her skin. "I'm sorry, just don't blindfold me anymore."
"Or maybe I knew that it would end like this," Wilbur said as he played with the clasp of her bra. Kolbie swatted his hand away and pulled her shirt down.
Kolbie swung her leg over him and fell into the passenger side seat. She ran her fingers through her slightly messed hair and sighed. She chose to ignore what he'd just said and started in on a new topic. "Where are we?" she asked.
Wilbur smiled at her and pushed open the door. She stopped him running his finger through his hair to fix it, before opening her door. "You are at a place," he answered, a silly smile on his lips. He pulled her out of the car and smiled. "Can I cover your eyes?" She glared at him for a moment and then nodded. One of his hands covered her eyes and then other guided her in a direction. She was timid at first, not wanting to move. Until Wilbur kissed the back of her neck and whispered into her ear, "Trust me."
"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Kolbie stepped back at the volume of the exclamation. She never had seen that many people in one room, for her, in her life. Her face flushed as she looked around the room. She turned her grey eyes to Wilbur, who stood against the wall his hands in his pockets, and frowned. He knew that she didn't like surprises. However, this one was kind of nice.
"It's not his fault," a female said to her. "It was me."
Kolbie's head whipped around and she smiled at the girl approaching her. "Jackie," Kolbie said, as she was pulled into a soft hug. She and Jackie, during her stay with the Robinson's, had become kind of close. Jackie never held a grudge against Kolbie for stealing Wilbur away from Brandi, in fact, she'd expressed that she was ecstatic that some had finally put Brandi in her place (intentional or not). Jackie kissed her cheek and turned the girl around. "You look stunning." Kolbie felt her face heat up. She was just wearing a pair of shorts, granted they were a little on the short side, a blue tank, and white flip flops. Jackie, however, was dressed in a fitted blue dress and black wedges.
"You look lovely as always," Kolbie replied. She gently pulled her hand away from Jackie's well manicured one. Jackie shot her a knowing look and Kolbie rolled her eyes. "I know, I know. I'll get them done soon," Kolbie said. "I promise."
"She never goes back on her promises," Wilbur added, he'd come behind his fiancée and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.
"Wilbur!" Jackie exclaimed. Wilbur pulled his arms from the raven haired girl's waist and wrapped them around the stunning, southern blond. Kolbie had learned long ago, not to be jealous of Jackie. Kolbie always feared that Wilbur would leave her for the blond. She was beautiful and well blond; every guy wanted a blond right? However when it was brought up on night, Wilbur laughed at her, not a chuckle, a full out laugh. He'd told her that a) he didn't like blonds (later she'd found out, that it was because they reminded him of his sister) and b) he didn't find Jackie attractive in that manner. Sure he knew that she was gorgeous, but she wasn't his type. Wilbur released the blond from the hug and smiled at her. "We'll mingle and enjoy yourselves," Jackie said as she waltzed off into the crowd.
Wilbur held his hand out to Kolbie and she took it slowly, "What's wrong, love?"
"You're not going to blindfold me again, are you?" she asked, half of her voice was playful and the other serious.
Her lover laughed and shook his head. "No, not now," he drew her closer, "but tonight…" he let his voice trail off suggestively as he nipped her bottom lip. She felt her knees give way a little as she fell against his chest a little. He laughed at her and gripped her waist firmly until she was able to feel her legs again. "Too much?" he asked playfully.
"Well, you messed me around this morning," she replied, untangling herself from his arms.
Wilbur laughed again and let her through the crowd. Occasionally, they stopped to speak with people that they knew. Kolbie, having come out of her shell oh-so much since first meeting these people, kept her head up, unless they made her blush, and spoke clearly. She laughed and her grey eyes danced. When Jackie presented him with the idea, he was a little unsure. He wasn't sure if she would enjoy the party or not. Her last year of high school hadn't been truly enjoyable. She hadn't made many friends. However, she'd surprised him, she was really enjoying this.
"You look like you're having fun," another girl said to her.
"Oh, hi, Mel," the raven haired girl said. "How are you?"
Mel, short for Melissa (although if you called her that she'd kick you ass) was a petite brunette with blue eyes. She and Kolbie met at her interview. They were sitting in the waiting room together. Kolbie's interview was first, then Mel's. Mel dropped her pen, and Kolbie picked it up. From there they just started talking. It turned out that Mel was an art major, she drew and Kolbie painted. The brunette said that she was from South Montana when Kolbie mentioned that she was from North Montana. It's wasn't an immediate friendship. They hung out over the last month of her separation from Wilbur, and they'd gotten kind of close. She'd spent the night, due to Mrs. Donaldson's constant insisting, and it wasn't as bad as she thought that it was going to be. They had fun, despite the angry glares from Summer (May) whenever she passed the room.
"I was sad to see that you weren't on the room and board list. I was going to pick you as my roommate," Mel replied.
Kolbie smiled and gestured to Wilbur, who was talking to Matt, "My boyfriend – I mean fiancé – and I are rooming together. He got an apartment."
"Fiancé," Mel echoed.
"Yeah," Kolbie had forgotten that their engagement was still new news. "Wilbur," she called to him, he excused himself from Matt, and walked over to her. "Mel, this is Wilbur, my fiancé, Wilbur, this is Mel, the girl I told you about. She an art major as well."
"It's nice to meet you, Mel," Wilbur said extending his hand, the one that hadn't managed to tangle itself around his lover's waist.
"Pleasure is mine," Mel replied shaking his hand. "So can I see the ring?" Kolbie placed her left hand in Mel's hand and waited. "It's lovely," Mel mussed twisting her hand to see the diamond glinting in the light.
"Thanks," Wilbur answered a smirk on his lips.
Mel rolled her eyes and released her friend's hand. "You're a funny one. I'll save you a seat in Art Theory?" Kolbie nodded and smiled. "Cool, see ya'." With that Mel disappeared into the crowd.
Wilbur tugged her arm towards the door and she followed. His hand was light in hers as she followed him through the crowd. Gently, he tugged her out of the room and on to a deck. Kolbie blinked once or twice to allow her eyes to adjust to the setting sun's light. Once they did, she was kind of in awe. The restaurant, that they were in, was just off of a natural lake. The water was a kind of beautiful blue-ish, brown. The sun seemed to sunk into the water.