Looking back Wilbur wasn't sure how it had happened. He'd been seventeen and gone back to do a report on Obama's inauguration, instead of researching it himself, when he saw her. It had been love at first sight, and he had visited her every day for a whole summer before he had been forced to face the truth, they lived in different times, in reality she was 30 something years older than him. So why did he see her now, walking on the other side of the street. He couldn't stop himself; he crossed quickly and called to her.

"Vi? Is that you?" She turned around and looked at him, Wilbur stopped confused.

She looked exactly like Violet but her eyes were a little different, greener than the blue he remembered. "Violet?" He asked suddenly uncertain, this girl was younger than him by about 5 years but Violet should be in her 50s by now. It was strange to think that while he was only twenty three Violet was so much older.

"Violet?" The girl asked. "My name's Viola. Do I know you?" Wilbur shook his head trying to make sense of everything.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew."

"You want to go get a coffee or something?" she blushed and tucked a strand of her black hair behind an ear, pointing to one of the few buildings that still stood from Violet's time. Wilbur's heart skipped a beat, it was their place. The coffee shop they would meet up at, he never would've believed it was still here.

"I don't know," he said unsure, he was so much older than this girl. Was it alright? But she looked at him with pleading eyes, reminding him a lot of his little siblings, "Oh, alright." Going inside it was like entering a time capsule. It had been kept the same way he remembered it. Without even realizing it he led Viola to the place he and Violet used to sit.

"It's a nice place, right?" Viola said sitting down and looking around. "My mom and dad own it. I don't know why, but they wanted to keep it looking like it did, like, thirty years ago or something. They liked the vintage look I guess." Viola shrugged and looked back at Wilbur. "So, what's your name?"

"It's Wilbur, Wilbur Robinson," he told her with a smile, she was so outgoing and nice, he was already having fun spending time with her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Wilbur Robinson," she said with a giggle as she shook his hand. "So, what're you going to get? I can go grab you a menu if you want. I help Mom out here part time so I know where everything is."

"Nah, it's okay. I think I know what I want. The, um, gingerbread latte?" H\he asked not sure if they still had it.

"That's my favourite! You've been here before I bet. Okay, I'll go make them, be right back," she said getting up and heading back behind the counter. As Wilbur watched he thought back on when he had first gone here, just a couple years ago to him, but decades ago in real time.

Wilbur parked the time machine and made his way down to the streets so he could do his research. He was mostly going to get a couple newspapers and watch the inauguration. The work was pretty easy since it had happened not too long ago and there were a lot of channels that were going to be showing it. He had decided not to go to Washington just to be sure he wasn't accidentally filmed or anything.

Things that he had learned could disrupt the time stream; just being somewhere so long as he didn't reveal himself to the world would be fine.

After getting two different papers and a magazine that had an article about it he headed over to a little coffee shop to watch the TVs they had. The cafe was pretty nice, it had a warm homey feeling and there were various posters on the walls. Some he recognized others he had no idea what they were from. That was one thing he had noticed, there were quite a few girls wearing 'Team Edward' or 'Team Jacob' shirts. What were those? He'd never heard of it in his time. He shrugged it off, if it didn't make it to his time then it obviously wasn't very good. He sat as close as he could to a TV and watched, taking notes of things that could be important. The comfortable chatter of the other patrons was nice, so different from the loud and crazy things he had at home. Wilbur read various articles and noticed they all had the same sort of hopefully feel to them, he'd probably do a short search when he got back home to, to compare facts between the decades.

It was late afternoon by the time everything was done and he put his things back in his bag. He was about to pay and leave when he saw her. It was as though time froze for a moment. She was sitting by herself in a corner table near the window, reading a book with the warm sunlight streaming in on her giving her an almost angelic glow.

He saw a tear slide down her cheek and he sighed. Instead of leaving he asked what she had ordered and decided to buy two gingerbread lattes. He carried them over to her and sat down on the opposite side of the table.

"Are you alright?" he asked sliding one of the lattes over to her. She looked up, surprised, and wiped away the tear that had been sliding down her cheek.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" she asked looking at the full cup he handed her before taking a small sip.

"Sorry, I'm Wilbur," he said holding out a hand she took it and nodded, obviously waiting for him to say more. Wilbur blushed a little; the way her blue eyes were fixed on him was unnerving in a way he had never felt before. It was almost as if they were looking right through him, down to his very core. "I, uh, saw you from over there and it looked like you were crying so I just wanted to make sure you were alright." The girl smiled and lifted up the book that was open on the table.

"Marley and Me," she said putting what looked like an old ticket stub in her book and closing it. "I just got to the saddest part. I won't tell you 'cause it'll ruin it for you if you haven't read it yet."

"Oh," Wilbur said blushing again; he kinda wished he hadn't done anything now. He felt like a total idiot for interrupting her like he was. "Well, so long as you're alright I can leave you alone, um..."

"Violet," she said. Wilbur looked up, confused. What was she talking about?

"That's my name. Violet Parr." She laughed and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I make you nervous don't I?"

"To be perfectly honest? Yes, yes you do. So do you hang out here on you own a lot?" he asked, taking a big gulp of his latte.

"Yeah, it's my favorite place to go when I want to get away from stuff. What about you?"

"No, this is my first time. I'm from, uh, out of town."

"Oh," Violet said looking sad. "When do you have to leave?"

"Today, probably really soon; my parents don't actually know I'm here," he told her with a sigh as he glanced at his watch. He quickly finished his latte, though it burned his throat, and stood up, "It was nice meeting you Violet," he said as he picked up his bag.

"If you ever get the chance to come back," she said as she quickly opened her book to the first page and wrote something down, "I'll meet you here," she handed him the book and smiled. "Read it, all me if you want to meet up and we can talk about the book."

Wilbur nodded and smiled, taking the book. He waved and left, feeling a deep sinking feeling as he got into the time machine. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to come back.

So I had written this story quite some time ago, it was the first fan fictions I've written and published in years so looking back on it now after I've done a few more stories and developed my writing style a bit I could see that this story was riddled with errors. Which is why I'm now going through it chapter by chapter and fixing it up a bit. Be patient ^-^ and please review.