A/N: I really should NOT be starting a chaptered story when I already have a drabble collection and another chaptered story that I SHOULD be working on, but...
This pairing wins at too much life. Honestly, I love this movie so much, as well as this pairing X3. and the fact that I've gotten so much positive feedback on my other stories just motivated me so much to start yet another thing. This will only be a few chapters, and they won't EXACTLY follow after one another. More like they're all related under the same subject, that being the time Lewis and Wilbur spend together before they - inevitably - have to split.
ANYway, I really hope you guys enjoy this :)
Disclaimer: 'Meet the Robinsons' belongs to Disney. Not me.
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"A Chance to See"
Chapter I - "Free Will"
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Lewis couldn't name any time in his life when he'd been more shocked than when he saw Wilbur sitting at his work desk when he'd returned to his room after dinner.
Nor had he seen anything more stupid than the dark-haired boy just waving at him nonchalantly and smiling at him as though him being there was nothing out of the ordinary.
But after that, it became a normal thing. Wilbur usually came to Lewis several times throughout each week, and they'd spend a few hours together in his room. Most of the time they chatted about this and that, and Wilbur liked to ask about various things going on in Lewis' time.
Though one thing Lewis noticed was that Wilbur's most frequent questions were those concerning him and Franny, and how they were getting along.
At first, Lewis kept telling Wilbur that he really shouldn't be coming to see him so often, that he'd get the worst punishment of his life if he got caught. But Wilbur just waved off the issue and kept on coming to see him. So after a while Lewis stopped reprimanding him, and let him do as he wanted.
And as he wanted as well.
But then one night changed it all. One night caused reality to slap Lewis in the face like a cold bucket of water.
One night, in the middle of a simple conversation, Wilbur kissed Lewis. He just leaned in, and before Lewis had time to comprehend what he was going to do, Wilbur's lips were softly pressed against his own.
Lewis knew he should have pushed Wilbur away, told him that he was being crazy, anything to get him to stop. This couldn't happen, and he couldn't allow it to.
But Lewis learned the hard way that there was no logical way to explain free will, or the need to be close to someone. And without logic…
Lewis could do nothing but give in, unsure of whether the happiness in his heart was good or bad.