Back to The Future!

Food fight!

A/N what happened? Christmas happened *ahem* 3 months ago *ahem*, I'm sorry, but I got really lazy. I probably shouldn't promise a routine cos we all know I won't stick to it. Anyway, before I start moping, let's get started!

It was certainly a...tense atmosphere when Violet walked in to everyone staring at her. It seemed like all of Wilbur's family were seated at that table, and she was very tempted to say "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" But refrained herself from doing to as she didn't want to seem impolite. The first thing she saw was frogs dancing...on a chandelier. Blinking hard as if to wake herself up from a dream, Wilbur grabbed her arm and pulled her gently along, muttering something along the lines of "I told you my family was weird..."

Overall there was about 10 family members of Wilbur's family sat at the table, all very...interesting and unusual. There was one man with an enormous puppet on his hand, a ginger haired woman with an huge hat on, and dotted around the table were tiny robots with the dinner plates calling "Dinner is served" as they placed the plates down. 

"Uhhh..thanks." Muttered Violet, not really sure how to react, as she positioned herself next to Franny and what she presumed was his grandad, with Wilbur at the head of the table nearby. "Hurray, Italian food." Mumbled an almost bald guy except for a shot of black hair that stuck up almost vertically from his head. Violet decided she liked him, he was sarcastic and she enjoyed sarcasm. The only odd thing, apart from his hair, was the puppet on his arm which he made respond with "I don't WANNA be a floppy doll!" (I watched the original scene, and I genuinely couldn't work out what she was saying, so I'm sorry if I got this wrong. Please tell me the original line if you can, because I kinda guessed). Violet decided maybe her family wasn't as odd as she had once thought. At least, not compared to Wilbur's. 

"Billy, could you pass me the gravy?" Asked an old woman with purple hair, presumably the grandma, as the old man next to her tried to eat the spaghetti with the face he had scribbled on the back of his bald head. Suddenly a little concerned, Violet found herself shifting her chair to be closer to Franny, the only sane one here she could see. Wilbur, sensing her discomfort, threw her a reassuring glance, and the dark haired girl gave him a wan smile in response. 

"C'mere you big girl," called someone further down the table, as a train, yes a TRAIN! chugged it's way down the table, carrying the said gravy. 

"Reminds me of the time my meatball pizza prevented civil war...." Said a low voice, coming from a man of muscle who looked suspiciously like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.

Wilbur was watching all this chaos unfold and felt a bit bad for poor Violet, who was shifting around in her seat, sleeves pulled up over her hands, as she fought to smile and stay polite but was obviously uneasy with her surroundings. In fact , he was so caught up in looking at her he missed it when Carl his robot hissed at him from across the table. "Wilbur! Ahem. We've gotta talk." Nodding, Wilbur gave one last glance at Violet, who had taken a small, timid bite out of the spaghetti, before sliding under the table.

"Who's she?" Asked Carl, giving Wilbur a knowing look.

"A friend. A friend! Hey I'm allowed to have friends who are girls y'know, without them being girlfriends!"

"Who said anything about girlfriends?" Carl raised an eyebrow. Blushing, Wilbur turned away to avoid the mechanical gaze. 

"I have Penny, she's just a friend who's a girl, you don't mind about her." He muttered to himself, still desperately trying to defend himself. 

"Want me to talk to her?" Carl protruded again.

"No."

"I give a mean back-rub!"

"No."

"Shiatsu?"

"No! No I have it all under control!" With that Wilbur left Carl still under the table, and crawled back up to his seat, where Franny, his mum, had started up a conversation with Violet. 

"So Violet, are you in Wilbur's class?" A sudden flashback to all the awful science lessons that he endured ran through Wilbur's mind. He had desperately tried to be nice and talk to her, but she's either ignored him, rolled her eyes or replied with a snarky comment that left him feeling verbally wounded. "No." Replied Violet quickly, almost automatically, at the same time that Wilbur had said "Yes." Realizing each of their mistakes, the teens tried to correct themselves. 

"Yes!"

"No!" They looked despairing across the table at each other, whist Mrs Robinson looked faintly amused at their disagreement, and raised an eyebrow. Wilbur gave an awkward laugh. "Well yes and no. Violet is in my science class."

"Where are you from Violet?" Asked Wilbur's uncle Gaston.

"Uhh...Metroville."

"Ooooh that's exciting!"

"Isn't that where those superheros are from?"

"Have you met Mr Incredible?"

"Oooh he's so manly!"

Violet started to panic. Did they know she was an Incredible? Had they figured it out?

"There was that whole issue with that Underminer guy! Did you see it?"

"Well...yeah...I did but..." Violet caught herself before she said anything too revealing.

"What was it like?"

"Were you scared?"

"At least the Incredibles came to save the day!"

"And Frozone! Don't forget him!"

"He's my favorite!"

Violet seemed to get more and more stressed as the questions were fired at her. Although Wilbur could not fully understand why, he could tell that she was uncomfortable, although he thought it was just due to her being shy. He could feel her tension building up, so to save her he picked a meatball out of his ball and threw it at the closest person he could. He watched as it hit Uncle Gaston in the face. "And so it begins!" cried out Gaston, pointing his fork in the direction of Franny, as it it were a sword. From seemingly nowhere, he brought out his meatball cannon, swiftly loading it with the call of "FIRE!" watching the meat cannonball soar through the air, landing on Franny's cheek. Silence. 

Carefully, deliberately, she wiped it off her cheek with a flourish. "Surely that... is not the best you can do?" She looked daringly across the table at her brother. 

Gaston launched another, but this time Franny interjected it in the air with her bare hands. "Well done, little sister. Your skills are strong...but not strong enough." remarked Gaston, to which Franny just smiled. It was unnerving. After a few more slinging of insults, Gaston started up his cannon again, but this time Franny's defensive swings aimed the meatballs to hit almost everyone else in the room, except Violet, who ducked, used to dodging out the way with her sharp reflexes that came with having a brother who could run at super speed. Also...being a hero. This however, got the whole family up on their feet, throwing meatballs and insults like they were in the midst of a civil war. Tomato sauce was flying everywhere, and meatballs were raining down in a sea of spaghetti, and there was shouting and laughing and overall CHAOS. Violet was pinned to her seat in shock, not really knowing what to do or think, except to dodge the odd flying food that came her way. Suddenly, Wilbur was at her side, and willed her to get up. 

"Where are we going?"

"Out of here. I could see that you were uncomfortable." Violet smiled gratefully. It was nice to have a friend to have your back. She didn't realise that Wilbur could notice things like that, or that he would even care to help her out. Wilbur, on the other hand, had never seen her smile properly, and all he could think about was how her eyes lit up like stars when she did. It was cliché, he knew that, but she just looked so...so...Violet. He couldn't think of a single other better word to describe it. 

And he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

A/N if you're still here, congrats. I never update, and I know that's something I need to work on. Thanks for sticking with me and hopefully I'll try and update more regularly. Anyways for now, peace x