Wilbur 1 Meet your sister

"Visiting Lewis again?"

I silently cussed under my breath, as I turned around. Standing in the doorway was a tall woman that was probably in her early forties. She had her pitch black hair in a short pony tail, and her brown eyes narrowed at me. She had a small waist, and her arms were crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, mom…" I muttered.

"If you want to see your father, go upstairs into his inventing room!" she told me, rolling her eyes.

"But in this time, he's thirty years older than me!" I pointed out.

"Well you'll always have Carl!" she nodded her head to where Carl was shaking his head at the fact that I went off again. (Okay, it was only the second time this week! I left four times last week!)

"Carl's not really human!" I reminded her, then turned to face him. "No offence."

"I know, that's why I brought Allison," she told me, flashing me a smile. Wait…what?

She stepped aside, and I stared at the girl who stepped into the doorway. The girl had shoulder length ringlets of light blond hair. Her blue gray eyes looked me over the same way I was looking her over. She was about my age and height, and the best part was that she wasn't a robot. She was actually human!

"Um, what's she doing here?" I asked, pointing my thumb at her.

"Your father judged a science fair, and she won first place. She's an orphan, so he adopted her. She's your sister now!" my mother informed me. My lower jaw rudely dropped, she I quickly shut my mouth.

"You didn't have to agree, Mrs. Robinson," Allison muttered, looking up at my mother.

Mom smiled down at her. "It'll benefit all of us if you did stay, so yeah, I did!" and with that, she turned around, and left the garage, leaving Carl and I alone with my new "sister."

Carl snickered, and I shot him a glare. "You knew about her, didn't you?" I accused, and he nodded.

"I was the first to agree with your parents about adopting her," he informed me.

"Thank you," she mumbled, sounding a little shy.

"No problem. By the way, it's your turn to watch him!" Carl nodded at me, and I narrowed my eyes. He walked off to do whatever robots did in their free time, leaving me with the blonde.

"You look nothing like your father," Allison noted, as she continued to look me over. I sighed. "I know. It's because brown eyes and black hair are more dominate than blue eyes and blond hair."

"I know," she told me, nodding.

I looked a little longingly at the time machine behind me, and sighed. This…girl…was probably going to prevent me to see Lewis much. Great, I was stuck with my family…including the wanna-be new addition.

It's not that I had a problem with people who were adopted. Everyone in the house except my grandparents and I were adopted. And I didn't have anything against inventers, either. Everyone in my family enjoyed inventing, including myself. I guess my problem was that I didn't want a sister. If anything, I would of appreciated a brother, someone I could pass down all of my impishness to. Not a blonde girl who looked too innocent to even steal a piece of bread, let alone a time machine.

"So, have you met the Robinsons?" I asked, trying to be somewhat polite.

"Yeah." she gave a slight nod.

"Okay…" I muttered. "So, what was your invention?"

"It wasn't much…" she told me, but she seemed to get a little more life in her. She looked me in the eyes, and a slight smile played on the corner of her lips.

"What was it?" I asked, getting interested now.

"It was screen and a mini microphone. The microphone was placed inside an animal's ear, and the screen displayed what the animal was thinking about. It could also get sounds," she explained, smirking now.

"Your invention read animals' minds?" I exclaimed, shocked that someone like her could do that. She nodded, as the shyness completely left her.

"Yeah, it does." she walked over to me, and smiled. "I didn't catch your name."

"Wilbur," I told her, holding out my hand. She shook it, and a slight smile crept across my lips. Maybe she wasn't so bad…

I ducked down, as a hot dog flew over my head. My mother narrowed her eyes, and threw the ketchup bottle at Allison. "Here, help me teach your uncle a lesson!"

She looked confused as she caught it, so I decided to demonstrate what she meant. I jumped to my feet, picked up the mustard bottle, and popped its top. "Like this, Ally!" I told her, before squirting Gaston in the face.

"Um, okay…?" she shrugged, before she copied me. She seemed confused by something other than the fact that we were having a food fight, though. (But the food fight was completely normal for my family.)

"Ally?" my father, Cornelius, muttered under his breath. Then I realized what popped out of my mouth.

"Sorry, Allison," I told her over my mother's battle cry.

"What's wrong?" she asked, as she quickly bent down to avoid another hotdog.

"Your name is Allison, not Ally." I blocked another hotdog with my arm.

"It's okay," she informed me, before Cornelius got on top of the table, and walked over to his wife. "Franny, how about you get off the table so that we can eat the next course?"

"Okay," she sighed, then shot Gaston a glare. "Later, brother. Later."

"Anytime, sister." he smiled, as he leaned back in his chair, and wiped his face. Carl walked into the dining room, and miniature Carls started to serve the second course. "Peanut butter and jelly, anyone?" he asked, smirking at me. The last time we had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, I had brought Lewis over from the past for the first time. (I had done it once again, but wasn't caught the last time.)

He wasn't the only one smirking at me. So was Franny, (my mother,) Cornelius, and pretty much the rest of the family. Everyone except Allison, who looked confused.

When Carl left, Allison, who was sitting next to me, asked, "Why is everyone smirking?"

"Yeah, why don't you tell, her, Wilbur?" Franny asked, still smiling.

I sighed. "A few weeks ago, I forgot to lock the garage door. A childhood friend of my dad's came and stole one of the time machines. I took the other one, and got Lewis, the younger version of Dad. When he came, we had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Well, we tried to, but the machine got broken, and when Lewis tried to fix it, peanut butter and jelly exploded all over the place."

"Okay…" she muttered, as she looked from Cornelius to me.

"And he has a tenancy to visit Lewis, don't you?" Franny added, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Yes, mom…" really, she just had to tell her everything!

I went straight to my room after dinner, leaving Allison and Carl to get to know each other as she helped time how fast Aunt Billie's train was.

When I got there, I quickly noticed one thing. There was another bed in my room. I marched over to it, and sighed. There was a note on the table between the two beds, so I picked it up, and unfolded it.

Dear Allison,

I hope you don't mind, but we would appreciate it if you would share a room with your new brother, Wilbur. You see, the room we were going to give you was partially destroyed by your father, Cornelius. (He keeps trying to build another time machine. It's not completely working, though.) So until we can fix that, we'll need you two to share a room. If Wilbur is too much of a problem, please tell me. I'll turn on my stern mother side, and give him a talk.

-Your mother, Franny

I refolded the note, and put it back on the table. So I was going to share a room with the blonde. Well, she wasn't that bad, but…

"Oh, sorry," Allison muttered. She was standing in the doorway, looking at Wilbur. She turned around, and barely took a step foreword when I asked, "What's wrong?"

"I think I got lost," she told me, as she walked back into the room. Then she noticed the other bed. "Or not…"

"Sorry, but it looks like your stuck with me!" I told her, sitting down on my own bed.

"It's okay." she walked over to her own bed, and sat down. She noticed the note, picked it up, and read it. After she finished doing that, she sighed, and set it back down. "I can't believe it finally happened…"

"What?" I asked, thinking she was talking to me.

"Oh, sorry! Just talking to myself!" she told me quickly, giving a small forced smile.

"What's wrong?" I asked, searching her face.

"It's just that…I never thought that I would be adopted! Especially by such a…unique…family!" she explained, smiling. "It's still a shock!"

"Oh," was all I could say. She kind of reminded me of Lewis, in the way that she wanted to be adopted.

"Wilbur?" she asked, and my attention went to her. "Yes?"

"C-can you take me to meet Lewis?" she asked, sounding slightly nervous.

"It'll involve braking the rules," I told her, giving her a smile that was tempting her to brake them.

She gave an impish smile. "Your point?"

Surprise washed over me, but I didn't show it. "Somebody is being a little daring," I noted after a few seconds.

"Who says that's not how I am naturally?" she asked, raising an eye brow.

"Let's see, you're blonde, blue eyed, and were so shy when I first met you!" I smirked.

"Oh, so you're a stereotype?" she asked, crossing her arms.

"No…okay, a little." I showed and amount with my fingers.

She sighed, and shrugged. "At least you're honest about it. So, will you take me to meet Lewis?"

"Sure." I shrugged, before laying down, pulling the sheets over myself.

"Night, Wilbur." Allison yawned, before she went under the sheets herself.

"Night, Ally."