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Wilbur looked up at Lewis, who was gazing at him already. . Heres my first part of my fanfic "Stay With Me". (^.^) if you don't know, timecest is the pairing of Wilbur Robinson and Lewis Robinson from Meet the Robinsons. Leftie opened the door to the Robinson mansion and in wa. boastful, lying but fiercely loyal and loving thirteen-year-old he had met when he was twelve suddenly But he continued to call him Lewis when they were in private. Wilbur.” “Wilbur Robinson?” “No, Carl, Wilbur Smith.” Carl rolled his eyes. Summary: This is what happened after Wilbur sent Lewis home and got back to his time. After Wilbur went to his dad's past to send his future.
Where was the adventure of falling in love with someone unexpectedly? What if he wouldn't want to love her? Maybe he would prefer staying her friend instead. Could he force himself to love her, only because he knew that was the right thing for him to do? These thoughts occupied his mind while they were playing party games until it was time for the guests to leave.
Before she was picked up by her parents, Franny invited Lewis to come over to her house the following Saturday. She was visibly glad when he said he'd love to, giving him a kiss on his left cheek. After the party, his parents asked him if he enjoyed himself. He said with the same fake smile on his face like before: Thank you for all the effort you put into letting me have a great time.
He didn't particularly enjoy it.
But there was no way he could tell them that even when sitting circled by his friends, he still felt something was missing in his life. No way would he tell them how desperate and lonely he felt, without any sensible reason for his state of mind.
The latter was actually true. In fact he was very thankful for having them. He loved how they cared for him and how they tried their utmost to let him have a wonderful 13th birthday. He couldn't blame them for his inexplicable depression.
Fortunately, they didn't look through his masquerade and really believed that he was happy. Hugging him softly, they wished him a good night. Lucile was going to have a night shift at Inventco and Bud wanted to clean up the leftovers from the party before going to sleep. Lewis was heading back to his laboratory in which he also had his bed.
He wanted to sleep in order to hopefully forget about his unhappiness over night. Why was he unhappy in the first place? Going along the dark corridor, he mentally prepared himself to get back to the dark thoughts he was having inside earlier that day.
Then happened the unexpected. When he entered the room and switched on the lights he was greeted by the words "Welcome to the club, dude! Wilbur was wearing his usual outfit: Converse style sneakers, tight blue jeans, the beige belt with the Robinson "R", the dark blue Captain Time Travel t-shirt with the characteristic lightning bolt emblem, and his hair had that infamous cowlick.
It took a couple of seconds until Lewis recovered from his surprise and realized what was going on. What are you doing here? He couldn't believe to see him again. A few seconds later Wilbur found himself in Lewis arms.
He softly said "Happy birthday, Lewis. After the hug he asked: He remembered the emptiness inside of him with all his dark and depressed thoughts. But then he realized that during this moment right now, somehow he wasn't depressed anymore.
In fact, finally, he was feeling fine. He had neither the time nor the desire to analyze why this was the case. All he wanted to do is enjoy the time. Seeing Wilbur again was good. And it was nice of him to congratulate him on his birthday. But Lewis thought there had to be a different reason for his presence.
Suddenly the boy in the captain time travel shirt wasn't as cool as usually anymore. To Lewis' delight, the boy was visibly insecure. It was funny to see the uber cool Wilbur Robinson stuttering and being at a loss for words. Just to see me again? Wilbur did in fact come over just like that. He had no other reason than missing him.
This made Lewis very glad. As he saw Wilbur being nervous about admitting this, he decided to change the topic to make him feel more comfortable.
With a sigh of relaxation, Lewis leaned back until he was lying on his back, gazing at the night sky above his head. That glass domed ceiling in his lab was for sure a great thing. Lewis remembered he always preferred wide open sights over too enclosed places.
That was one reason for him going on the orphanage's rooftop when he was younger. He was so relieved lying here on his bed gazing at the wide dark sky with Wilbur sitting next to him.
All his depressed thoughts were taken away from him. My name's Wilbur, man. You gave me that name, so please respect it and don't call me Wilby. Then he came back to the bed and laid himself next to Lewis. Lewis said with a smirky smile: Now you'll see what making Wilbur Robinson angry gets you. When his hands reached their destination, they started to tickle poor Lewis who saw his only chance in escaping and once again throwing that pillow at his opponent. What took place now was a substantial pillow fight, peppered with occasional tickling until Lewis couldn't stand it anymore.
The self-contend black haired boy said: The next time you wanna call me 'Wilby,'" he made a fake disgusted face,". You better think again. They both seemed to very much enjoy lying there just looking at each other and exchanging smiles. When realizing that they had been silently gazing into each other's eyes for minutes, Wilbur seemed pretty nervous again. Lewis replied with a sad voice: I mean as my friend, not as my son. You know… I really enjoyed your visit.
You made my birthday extra special. Wilbur kissed him on his cheek. And when thinking about it, Lewis clearly enjoyed Franny kissing him on that same spot earlier. But right now, he was experiencing the far superior sensation. That little kiss, which only lasted for one second, was merely a soft touch of Wilbur's lips on his skin.
And yet it somehow seemed loaded with emotion. It came unexpectedly, but not unwelcome. I'll come visit you next Saturday. Lewis lay on his bed, still gazing at the night sky after his friend from the future left. He reflected about the day. In the forenoon, he had been depressed. He had been feeling so empty and meaningless.
But now, during the surprise visit of Wilbur, he forgot about his sorrows. He just let it go and enjoyed being together with him. He loved being with him in fact. But why did Wilbur give him a kiss? Did that mean Wilbur was in love with him? Lewis' heart was beating at a very fast pace now.
Wilbur couldn't be in love with him. After all, he couldn't love his own dad. At least not like that. No, it couldn't be. Lewis was sure he interpreted too much into Wilbur's little gesture.
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Yes, that was it. Wilbur only wanted to be friendly. He just gave him a little kiss to show him he was his friend. After all Wilbur is infamous for doing impulsive things without thinking them through.
For sure that incident was just his way to demonstrate his friendship. But still, Lewis had enjoyed that evening with Wilbur very much. It was such a relief to finally be himself after this long day of hiding his true colors. All day long he had been feeling dull and lonely, and somehow not even his friends and family's company had been successful in cheering him up.
He had had a girlfriend earlier in the year, but she was just as cocky as he was, and two stuck up people can't be in the same room without arguing. He had never advanced further than holding her hand.
That being said, his experience with the opposite sex hadn't gone well, but he had never considered himself gay. He didn't consider being gay a bad thing, but attractive males were supposed to be woman chasers, and it was considered normal for a man to be straight.Youtube Poop: Everyone Hates Lewis - Meet the Robinsons
He was cool, confident, he didn't want to be considered strange. Then again, the thought never dawned on him that he was anything but straight…until Lewis. He knew it was wrong the moment he met him, but from that first encounter he felt something for him. It was almost like a magnet, a force of gravity, and yet, from the moment he saw him he knew Lewis was his father.
He knew it would all be doomed before it started. He didn't accept it right away. He tried to brush it off, and it worked for a bit, but Lewis was so blind to his own sex appeal and it drove Wilbur nuts. Wilbur wasn't attracted to his father, but Lewis made him see something he had never noticed before, a certain fire.
He could let so many people go in life, but when someone makes you want your own father, you can't let them just live with it. You have to make them know. He watched him walk around for two hours unaware of his own grace. It was almost sickening that someone so beautiful could think of themselves as so worthless. Therefore, it was not just for the benefit of the time stream that Lewis's confidence be renewed, but for the benefit of Wilbur's sanity, if he had any left.
In the first twenty minutes Lewis was at the Robinson household, Wilbur had the nagging desire to show Lewis his room and see what would happen. He wanted to see if Lewis would get the hint. It was a solid plan, until he remembered that the boy in the garage was his father and anything he did with him Cornelius would have sudden memories of.
He couldn't risk the awkward looks he would share with his father every night after that, and in that moment he wished he had thought before resting his eyes on Lewis. He didn't think; that was the problem. If he had, he wouldn't be in this situation, and he wouldn't be fighting back feelings for his father.
That was just something he would have to live with now; feelings that would never be fulfilled or returned, and once he got the blueprints from Carl, he would never see Lewis again, but would have to live with Cornelius. Without knowing, a tear rolled down his cheek and fell on the back of the blueprints he had been given just seconds ago, but he had turned around and Carl did not see. How could you get over someone you would have to see every day for the next thirty or so years, unless he chose not to live on the Robinson Estate as an adult.
He went down the travel tubes in pure anguish, battling his conscience every inch of the way. He knew what was moral and good, but he also knew what he wanted. It was such a hard choice to make, although he knew what the right thing to do was. If he didn't go after Lewis though, he might end up regretting it for the rest of his life, and at thirteen that meant a long time to regret something.
He could always use a memory eraser on Lewis, but that was kept upstairs and he didn't have the key to the room which housed all of Cornelius's inventions, but maybe if he got Lewis to do something Wilbur would not be blamed because it wasn't his idea. Yes, that would work in Wilbur's favor. Wilbur reached the garage and triumphantly announced his return, but Lewis was gone. If discovered by the rest of the family, Lewis would be crowded by them, monitored while he fixed the time machine, and Wilbur wouldn't get a second alone with him.
He couldn't let that happen, and thinking of just himself for a second, he realized that Lewis being discovered would mean he would be grounded for an awfully long time. He went up the travel tube again, not caring what room he landed in. He wanted to imagine that Lewis was in some isolated corner of the house, but such a place was rare and he was most likely with someone.
He imagined everything ending in the worst way possible. Lewis would be discovered, the family would help fix the time machine, Lewis would be taken home, and Wilbur would have to live in misery. The thought clawed at him viciously. It wasn't pleasant to think about at all, even though restraining from doing anything with Lewis meant he was still a relatively good person. It would mean he still had basic morals. In a frenzy, he ran down the main hallway, hoping to bump into Lewis, and he did just that.
He was ready to scowl Lewis for going outside of the garage, but when Lewis blurted out that he had met the family, Wilbur grabbed his arm and dragged him into a nearby closet. Turning the light on, he demanded a "pop quiz. He watched his body language the whole time, which just kept getting more inviting, and Lewis didn't even know it. Wilbur was beginning to think he would never know. Ready to forfeit, he asked him, "and nobody realized you were from the past? He felt his chance slipping away, and then, before he lost it, he grabbed the chain connected to the light bulb and grinned as he shut the light out.
It was now or never, and he would rather take the chance than live his life knowing he didn't take the opportunity. It was dark with the light out, and Lewis was considerably far away, but Wilbur could hear his breathing in the silence. It was a perfect silence, but it ended just as soon as it started.
I can't see a thing, and we have to get back to the time machine. You're so obnoxiously stubborn. The trap was almost set. Wilbur held his breath and moved a step back. He felt defeat creep across him. He went closer, so their lips were inches away and he could taste Lewis's warm, sweet breath. He found Lewis's lips in the dark and pressed his own firmly against his. He wasn't sure if he was being kissed back, but he pulled away after a few seconds to give Lewis time to take it in.
He would've loved to see his facial expression, because it would've helped him decipher Lewis's reaction and feelings, but he couldn't see, and he didn't want to turn the light on.