Wilbur Robinson's Neighbor

2.The Boy Next Door

   Why is it so fucking hot out here. Why am I still wearing my jacket. You know why, it's cause you're a self conscious piece of shit. Thanks brain.
   Y/n continues to have a nonstopping barrage of mental insults and threats towards herself. All while she watches the moving guys move their shit in. She eyes down the people carrying her stuff in, she's very protective over her stuff. She swears to herself that if they drop just one box of her books, she'll brutally murder them.
   Y/n didn't want to move. She didn't want to move away from her friends. Her friends that don't talk to her anymore. Well then, she didn't want to have to pack up all of her very heavy books and have to carry them for most of the time. She just didn't want to move.
   Y/n's dad didn't care about any of that. Y/n's dad also doesn't care that his daughter doesn't want to stand in the still-unconditioned house to help unpack. He especially doesn't care that his daughter is an actual human being with feelings and will feel hurt if he makes a comment about her ass when she bends over to pick up something.
   As sad as it is, she's used to it.
   It doesn't really bother her anymore. Or it seems to, everytime he says anything of that nature her insides start to burn with rage and frustration that she can't do anything.
   She wished she could do something about it but it wasn't exactly enough to go to the police to. It could be seen as 'just teasing' and be brushed off and she'd have to handle to consequences of having gone in the first place. Those being making it seem like her fault.
   Yay.
   "Y/n! Get out of the goddamn car! Did you hear me?!" He was getting irritated, she doesn't want that. She was already out of the car actually, her ear buds were tangled with the seatbelt.
   "I'm trying to get out, I'm tangled! Just a wait a minute!" She finally frees herself and goes to see whatever her dad wanted.
                                ~~~
   The Robinsons were buzzing. It seemed like every conversation was about their new neighbors. What were they like? Are they friendly? Are they scared of dinosaurs?
   Wilbur couldn't hide his excitement either. Maybe, he thinks, that the reason I can't find anything fun to do is because I've already done them a million times with just Carl. Having a new person around should liven things up!
   Carl didn't quite understand the logic but he decided it was easier for him not to care.
   "Wilbur! Can you come down here?"
"Coming mom!"
   Wilbur made his way to his mom in the kitchen who was doing something. She turns around and he sees a plate of cookies. All wrapped up in plastic.
   "I figured I should go welcome them to Todayland. I want you to come too, you've been keen on wanting to meet their daughter. That'll be nice, since she doesn't have friends here yet. Go get your shoes on, I'll be at the door." She turns and leaves, so does Wilbur to his room.

   "Where are my shoes?" He mumbles aloud. He's digging around in the various piles of stuff while Carl just watches.
   "Do you think she's pretty?" Wilbur abruptly stopped for a moment.
   "What?" He says getting a hold of himself and resumes searching.
   "Do you think she's pretty?" The robot repeats, "I mean they're a girl so..." Wilbur looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
   "Is that something you care about?" He asks suggestively, finding a shoe.
   Carl almost looked offended, "Well I meant was if she was pretty and you were gonna be her 'friend' maybe you'd like me to be your wingman," Carl flaunts his arms and dramatically points to himself with both thumbs. Wilbur stops what he's doing and looks at his metal friend again with the word 'what' etched all over his face.
   "Who knows what kind of person she is, first off. Secondly," He says finding the other shoe and tying them,"Why would someone as smooth as me need a wingman?" He smirks at Carl when he stands up.
   "Well some acts of charm need an assistant." He pointed out, "And if you ever need one, I'm here little buddy."
   "Carl, if I need anyone for anything special, I go to you. Everytime."
   Carl strokes his chin, "Fair point."
                               ~~~
   Franny and Wilbur (Carl stayed home to watch everyone else.) were at Y/n's house. Franny knocked on the door and only a moment later does the girls dad answer.
   "Hi! I'm Franny and this is my son Wilbur. Welcome to Todayland, I got you these," she introduces and handing over the paper plate.
   "Oh thanks! I'm Eldon," He replies taking the plate and shaking their hands.
   "Come on in, come on in!" He says cheerily. He leads the way, the first room being the kitchen. Boxes were sprawled out everywhere, half of them opened.
   "Still unpacking, haven't got air conditioning yet. Though, that should be coming soon. Just taking a break now," Eldon explains.
   Franny and Eldon starting talking so Wilbur looked around. It was pretty empty but he figured it would get more like a home soon. It was nothing like his own home, an actual mansion but it seemed good enough for any little family like the one living here.
   Speaking of this family, one of the doors opened and a girl started walking out. Except, the moment she saw them her eyes widened and in a panic backed up into the room again.
   "Is that your daughter?" Franny asked.
   "Oh yeah, that's Y/n. Hey Y/n! Come say hi!"
   "Hang on!" She called back in a surprising even tone. There was some sort of shaking noise and fumbling and she stepped out again holding a plain black sketchbook and a cat shaped pencil bag.
   "Hi Y/n," says Franny warmly. The young artist meekly lifted her hand and awkwardly smiled.
   "Hey." Her body language said nervous but her voice sounded bored. She stood straight but she stared at the ground.
   Huh, Wilbur thought.
   "Y/n hardly ever goes outside so-" Eldon continued to ramble on eventually going on to other topics.
   "Hey why don't you and him go in the living room and talk?" Her dad said.
   Y/n very flatly said, 'sure' and walked on. Wilbur glanced at his mom before following her.
   Y/n went and sat on the couch and Wilbur sat next to her. She scooched a bit away from him and awkwardly looked at him and away a couple times.
   "So... are you gonna say something? Cause I dont really have anything to say," She eventually blurted. Wilbur noted the more emotion in her voice.
   "Oh well uh..." Shit, he thought, I should have brought Carl.
   She laughed, "You don't know what to do either, haha. Awkwardness, yaaay." She continued to giggle slightly as she started the rub the back of her neck.
   Wilbur wasn't sure what to think about her. They have only just met but he couldn't get any kind of clue what kind of person she is. Only that she was very nervous.
   "Well I didn't really plan on what I was gonna say," Wilbur told her, "but I guess we can start simple. What do you do? For fun, I mean."
   "Draw." It sounded more like a question. "Sleep, eat junk food. I don't do anything worth saying."
   Wilbur looked at her thoughtfully. Hmm.
   "What do you do?" She asked.
"Eh, a lot of things. Mostly hanging out with my family and whatever they do. You know, if you're ever bored or something you can come over. I'm sure my mom won't mind."
   Wilbur was slightly alarmed to see her sort of shrink into herself. Her shoulders tensed up and her eyes widened.
   "Just, just walk over there?" Her voice was meeker.
   "Well you can but if that makes you uncomfortable I can come and walk you over."
   Y/n relaxed again. "Yeah, that sounds better." Her relief was evident.
   "So would you like to now or..."
   She seemed sad now.
   "I would love to but I really want to at least get my books in order. Tommorow? Maybe?" Her last words were covered in hope.
   "Sure, can I just come in?"
"If you knock and talk to my dad he should just let you in."
   "Alright, cool."
   "Wilbur? Are you ready to go?" Franny called.
   "Yeah, just a minute!" He turned to Y/n. "Well see ya tommorow." He got up to leave.
   "Wait," Wilbur stopped. Y/n stared at him looking uncertain.
   "Im... sorry if im boring. I'm kind of a limp noodle thats just happy with listening and following. So im sorry if it looks like I'm uninterested. I'm most likely not, I just don't know what to do with myself." She had shrunk into herself again.
   "That's okay. I'm sure you just need to get used to us thats all." Wilbur smiled warmly as he said this.
   The girl relaxed again and smiled back, albeit more nervously but it was pretty close to an actual smile this time.
   "I think that's the case too." She was warming up already.
   "See ya, Y/n."
"See ya, Wilbur."
   Wilbur left with his mom.
   Y/n thought about Wilbur mostly for the rest of the night. She really hoped he wouldn't get freaked out by any of her little quirks. He was cool.