I've never tried to think of an idea less. ^.^ Woo.

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"Caw, caw! Coo coo cooo!"

Lewis wrinkled his nose. After all this time, Wilbur didn't have to sneak anymore. Silly.

He had spotted Wilbur hiding on the Orphanage roof when he decided to show off his latest invention, (Hover Boots). He crouched down to check them one last time before he gave them their trial run.

"Lewis?" He heard Wilbur ask quietly, only vaguely resembling sneakiness.

"Here I come, buddy." Lewis said, grinning. He stood, clicking his heels together, and jumped, catching his balance quickly as the compressed air came rushing out. He laughed, watching the first few stories of the building rush by his half-flailing form. Wilbur had finally heard the experiment, and leaned over to flash his friend a grin. "Making a real entrance there, eh Lewis?"

Just then, Lewis felt the air run out. He was so close to the top, Wilbur could have high fived him. "Uh oh."

Desperately, he threw his arms out, eyes closed, as he began to see his life flash by. Surprisingly, he hadn't felt a splat yet. "Wilbur?" He ventured, pre-puberty voice shaking.

"Yeah?"

"Am I dead?"

"No."

He opened one eye. Wilbur had him caught by the arm. Lewis took one look down and screamed, but, because of his obligatory male ego, he denied that part later on.

Wilbur rolled his eyes. With barely any effect, he tossed Lewis to the comforting concrete roof. Lewis stayed down a minute to appreciate the scratchy stuff his cheek was sticking to.

"Close one, huh buddy?"

Adjusting his big wire glasses, Lewis laughed. "You can say that again. Where'd you get those muscles, kid?"

Wilbur posed with his wimpy-looking set. "I got myself a turbo-charged workout, Lewis."

He slung an arm around his shoulders. "Translation: I finally invented something that would help you with the ladies, huh?"

"Let's just say one little pill can't hurt your chances of having some fan girls."

"I've got to stop letting you in the lab."

Wilbur flexed again. "Good thing you'll never remember your own advice, Dad."

Lewis pushed up his glasses with his first two fingers. "Someday I will. Then maybe I'll round you." "What? Why?"

'Cause I know you'll have done something to deserve it. Even if I don't know what."

Wilbur rolled his eyes. "Want to grab some food or something?"

"Can we walk? My shoes have to be refilled."

"You know, my Hover Boots refill themselves, while they are still in the air even."

"You get the coolest toys, Wilbur."

"I know some really cool people who hook me up. It's all good."

Wilbur rubbed his sweaty palms on his pant's back pockets. This morning, Franny had laid down the new law: no more visiting Lewis. He was officially banned from the time machines. (Even though Dad had given him detailed lessons on how to use them; he wasn't about to crash again) He had been made to promise to tell Lewis today that he wasn't coming back.

But with Lewis babbling animatedly about his newest invention's test phase, Wilbur reasoned he shouldn't interrupt. Right after this, he told himself, I promise.

As Wilbur and Lewis took their junk food down to their favorite talking spot – the broken wall by the train tracks – Lewis finally began to look over at him. "You okay? You seem… off today."

His mind raced. It was now or never.

"Nah, Buddy. I was just worried out food would get cold."

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