The Modern Four

Chapter 8

Wilbur was starting to worry about Violet. She hadn't shown up to school two days in a row. Penny said she's sick, but Wilbur had other theories. "Maybe she's been abducted by aliens!" Wilbur exclaimed at lunch, bringing violet up for the third time today. Penny sighed.

"No, Wilbur, that's what happened to your brain, you dummy. Aliens don't exist." Penny retorted, groaning. Girl, who was mostly silent this whole time, spoke up at that comment.

"Actually Penny, it's more likely that aliens exist. I mean, there's so much space out there, we can't be alone."

Penny sighed. "Hiro shhh. Don't ruin the moment." She put her finger to hiros lips, causing Hiro to blush a deep deep red. Wilbur raised an eyebrow. It didn't seem like Hiro was the type of person to blush. Hmm... He'll have to ask Penny about that. His own love life was at stake right now. He turned to Penny.

"So, about Violet..."

Penny groaned, rolling her eyes. Here they go again...

Later that day, after school, Wilbur decided to take a bike ride...to violets house. He had looked up her address in the schools address book. He decided he should be check up on her. If she was dying, then maybe his arrival would save her life. Okay, so, maybe not, but still. His parents were out for dinner, and he knew the rest of his family wouldn't dare tattle on him, since he had so many of their secrets. Luckily, violets house wasn't too far from his, just one neighborhood over. He hopped on his bike, opened up the garage, and rode out. About fifteen minutes later, he arrived at violets house. Getting off his bike, he walked up to the smallish yellow house, and tang the doorbell. A large, strong, man opened up the door. Wilbur looked up at him. He was easily 6 ft, probably almost 7. Wilbur gulped. He could certainly crush Wilbur easily. All his confidence quickly drained out of him.

"I-Uh-I... I'm here to see Violet." He mumbled, trying to remember the small script he made up for himself on the way over.

"She's sick." The man replied, crossing his arms.

"I erm... I have her science and history homework. That way she won't...she won't need to do as much work when she came back to class." He said, pulling out the papers. The man, who by now Wilbur assumed was violets father, took the wrinkled parchments.

"Thanks, uh...what's your name, kid?"

"Wilbur." He said, giving the man one of his most charming smiles.

"Ah, Wilbur. I believe Violet has mentioned you, once or twice." He smiled, and at once looked much less threatening. "I'm bob, violets father. It was nice to meet-"

A girls voice cut him off, saying quietly, "Wilbur?"

Wilbur peered past bobs large form and saw Violet in her living room. Violet looked at her father, slightly nervous. "Do you mind if Wilbur and I talk?" She asked, biting her lip. Bob blinked at her and nodded, though he did not move. Violet raised her eyebrows and gave him a pointed look. "Alone, please."

"Oh. Oh I see. Alright, I'll let you kids have some alone time." He stepped inside, shutting the door. Violet turned to Wilbur, glaring at him.

"Why are you here?" She hissed.

"I...I was worried about you!" He said, crossing his arms.

"Well don't. I'm just fine on my own." She said, her cheeks flushing a faint pinkish color. Wilbur furrowed his eyebrows.

"I just thought..." He said, frowning.

"Thought what? Thought that coming here would make me fall madly in love with you? Get a grip, Wilbur." She said, shaking her head.

At that, Wilbur grabbed her, and kissed her.