Final chapter is here! And so is my graduation day! This does mark the end of this series, but don't worry! I already started a new series; I just have to write it up here. So I hope you'll enjoy this ending, and thank you for reading my stories up to this point :)

*I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons."*

I closed my last suitcase, and I turned around and stared at the room. The only thing that remained was the bed, which came with the apartment. I had only rented my apartment for about four months instead of two years. I had originally planned to do this before an adventure changed my mind.

It was my choice to find an apartment when I turned eighteen back in February because I wanted a smooth transition for a new life after high school. I had saved a lot of money, thanks to the paychecks I had earned from work. I didn't have a car, nor did I have insurance, and I was eager to learn about paying the bill.

Now that I'm moving to a new world where payment may be different, I wonder if I wasted time doing this. I have no clue what business in the future would be like, and I blame myself for forgetting to ask. I only hope that this transition will be as smooth as moving into an apartment.

"You okay in there?" I turned around toward the voice that belonged to my boyfriend, who was at the door. I sighed and turned back to the window and looked out at the Los Angeles street. I could hear Wilbur's steps get louder as he walked closer to me.

"What's wrong?" I perked up.

"How can you tell?" I asked with shock.

"Have I told you that you remind me of my mom?" I raised an eyebrow at Wilbur as I turned. "Never mind. Anyway, you're just standing in one spot, arms crossed, and you're zoning out. That's how I can tell, because I see my mom like that sometimes."

"And what do you do when your mother is sad?" I asked the teenager with my eyes closed. There was silence for about a few minutes. "Wilbur? What would-"

I was cut off as a pair of hands landed on my waist and a chin on my shoulder. I placed my hands on his as Wilbur started to kiss my cheek and brown hair. I started to turn around, and I placed my arms around his neck as he now started kissing my neck. I moaned as his lips continued to touch my skin, for it felt really good at the moment.

"Now do you wanna tell me what's going on in your smart mind?" Wilbur asked with a gentle smile.

"I'm starting to wonder if I wasted my time renting this apartment," I replied. "I just started renting it four months ago, and here I am...moving again...into the future where everything I've learned may be different."

"That's what you're worried about?" the raven-haired teen asked. I nodded my head, and Wilbur kissed my forehead. "My dad's really good with the business field. I'm sure he'll be able to help." We hugged for a few seconds, and we let go of each other. "Come on; everything's packed."

"You are so mature for a fourteen-year-old," I said while smirking.

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Wilbur replied with a frown.

"Okay, now it's my turn," I said, stopping the teen. "What's wrong?"

"Throughout my whole life, I've been lying to my parents, travelling through time while almost ruining the future three times now, not doing what I'm told to do, et cetera."

"But you've learned through your mistakes the hard way," I said, soothing Wilbur while making circular motions on his back. "There wasn't anything Wilbur Robinson could do to go back in time and fix his mistakes. Things happen for a reason, and whatever the reason may be, we have to deal with it in some sort of way, and keep moving forward, like you said."

"Even though I went back in time and fixed the future-"

"That doesn't count as learning from your mistakes," I replied with a stern look. "Your parents have to knock some sensitivity into you eventually. But remember, you're a Robinson, and a Robinson learns from his mistakes and keeps moving forward."

"I think I'll keep you around," Wilbur replied with a smile. "Thank you."

"No big," I said with a smile. We walked into the living room where my dad was waiting for me.

"You might need this," my dad said, handing the weird remote to me. "Jackson won't be alive to know that his invention is destroyed." I accepted the remote, and I hugged my father. The man who raised me all these years after my mother died gave me one final kiss on the forehead.

"I'll miss you, Father," I said as a tear fell onto my cheek.

"I'll miss you too, sweetie," my dad replied. We hugged for a while, and then we let go. My dad walked over to Wilbur, and they hugged for a little bit.

"Take care of my daughter for me," my dad requested, and Wilbur smiled.

"Don't worry about it, Jon. Karena's in good hands." Wilbur took my hand, we went through the vortex, and we landed in his room. I looked around with a confused look on my face.

"Where did everything go?" I asked, looking for my stuff.

"My parents already took it to your apartment," the raven-haired boy replied. "All we have to do now is go to Robinson Industries to discard the remote for good."

"Well what are we waiting for?" I asked excitedly. "Let's go! The sooner, the better!"

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"I'm ready for you, Karena," Cornelius announced as he showed up at the door.

"Finally!" I exclaimed. "Let's get it over with."

Wilbur and I followed the Father of the Future to a room with an incinerator, which was really loud.

"Go ahead and give me the remote, Miss Edwards," Cornelius said as he made a gesture.

"No, it's my responsibility. I"l place it on the ramp."

"Okay, then go ahead and place it on the ramp...carefully." I did as Cornelius instructed me to, and the remote crept closer to the burning flames. Just as the remote touched the fire, I cracked a smile as I heard the magic inside the remote roar and die out. Cornelius then led us out of the room and back into the main area of Robinson Industries.

"Franny's still working on your apartment, but she should be done within the hour."

"Thank you, Cornelius," i replied, and the blonde inventor left the room. I turned to my boyfriend, who was smirking. "So, what do we do?"

"Wanna eat out?" Wilbur asked, and I took his hand.

"I'd love to," I replied with a smirk and Wilbur led me away from the building and into the time machine. Wilbur turned on the machine, the motor roaring with life, and he steered up for some reason.

"Uh, where are we going?" I asked, and Wilbur turned around with a smile.

"Close your eyes." I did as he told me, and I felt his lips on mine. We continued our kiss that felt like a millennium as the time bubble formed around the machine to travel through time and space.