wilbur robinson ; catch me if i fall (OLD)

Chapter 2

Quick A/N: I think I'm going to stop naming my chapters just saying. Sorry for not updating
I DO NOT OWN MEET THE ROBINSONS
Chapter 2
(Y/n POV)
The teleportation was uneventful. I noticed the boy again while I was in a book shop. He really didn't seem like the type to read, but you can't judge a book by it's cover. (Get it? Haha. Yeah, I'm not funny)
I stayed in the store for a few good minutes and I saw the boy slowly move towards me. Kinda creepy. Luckily, my dad shouted at that exact moment, " (Y/n)! Are you done?" Never had I thought I would be glad that my dad was calling me. " COMING DAD!" Then I practically sprinted away from the boy. I turned my head slightly to look at him one final time, after I saw the disappointment on his face, I felt extremely guilty.
(LAH TIME SKIP)
After a few long hours and a few goodbyes, we finally returned home. During that time, the same thoughts repeated in my head, Why did you do that? You were such a jerk! Why. Why. WHY.
Eaten up with guilt, I was silent through dinner. No one noticed a thing. I shoved some food down my stomach, hoping Mom's cooking would distract me, didn't work. I kept pondering about that peculiar boy, there is something about him. I just can't put my finger on it. He seems so familiar, but... I've never met him before. Strange. I heaved a sigh and stood up, no one cared. I walked back to my room and face planted onto my bed. School tomorrow. I groaned, normally I would be happy to return to school, to see my friends, but this holiday, I wanted it to last forever, so I could figure out the mysterious boy. This face came back to me, a kind smile, smooth hair, big brown eyes that you could drown inside. I slowly smiled and closed my eyes. I dreamt about cuddling with him. He was warm and his smile was enough to melt me.
Beep. Beep.  I woke up.
Immediately my first thought was, where's the boy? And I turned to see I was cuddling my pillow. That's why the dream seemed so real. Scowling, I pulled on a camouflage T-shirt, a pair of navy ripped jeans and pulled on my big, black biker boots. I ran down the stairs, breakfast was ready. No one was wake yet. Peace at last. I smiled, seeing my favourite meal of the day. " Heya (Y/N)! How's breakfast? I cooked it myself!" A loud voice said to me. I laughed a bit, knowing who it would be when I turned around.
" Hey Karen," I said, not even looking back, " nice breakfast, you should've learnt to cook it paby now, since I eat the same thing everyday."
Karen rolled over, " Good to know it tastes good. " She said. Oh, Karen. My favourite robot maid we've ever hired. Golden and shiny, she has a huge personality, considering she's a robot, and she has an updo that she calls being classy. I love her to bits. " Well, gotta run Karen! What time is it?"
" 7:40 Hun."
" Good, I still have time. I'll eat the toast while I walk to school. Thanks Karen!" I said, as I ran back up to my room. A black leather bag, inside filled with holographic school supplies and my favourite book. I grabbed my fluffy olive green jacket and ran out of the house.

SORRY FOR IT BEING SO SHORT.