#bdrpwilbur

@thecoolestrobinson

Never would Isabel had ever thought in a million years that she would do what she was about to do right now! And the reason for being so, was actually a very easy and logical reason.

It was stupid. 

Sneaking out to go to a lake, in the middle of the night when it was very cold outside with only a two piece on was stupid. Plus, she was running the risk of catching pneumonia, a cold, and god only knew what else (actually Isa knew all of what she could potentially catch but that would be too far long of a list to put down) and not to mention the high potential of getting caught by a cop or any body else, risking Elena finding out and worrying her half to death, or even Shuriki finding her.... there was absolutely nothing logical about any of this at all.

Which is exactly why Isa wanted to do it! 

She was sixteen! A sixteen year old who had been forced to run away from home because some evil psychotic sorcerer wanted to kill both her and her sister. A sixteen year old who didn’t know if she’d ever get the chance to see home again, who had to live on the run for close to three years, who never had the chance to experience what being an actual teenager was. 

Because she was never able to have the chance to, but now she could! And she wanted that chance so that when she looked back at her life she could tell herself she knew how it felt to be a teenager. And so, the youngest Flores had dawned on a blue two piece bathing suit with a huge sweat shirt, some sweats over it, and sneakers. 

@thecoolestrobinson

So, everyone pretty much had been given their Board Duties (TM). Simba had--pretty much volunteered for his. One was to talk to Woody and a few other people to see what their thoughts were re: curfew, because he was not getting rid of it without a proper plan in place. Two was to go talk to Wilbur about his petition. It had a lot of really good points to it.

Like, really good points, in Simba’s opinion. 

He had always done terribly in the classroom. It just never kept his attention. He got antsy and bored and--he just couldn’t pay proper attention. 

Field trips, on the other hand, were awesome.

And, he was really excited to try and hash out some kind of middle ground with Wilbur because this--

This felt like what he was supposed to be doing.

So, he’d texted Wilbur and asked if it’d be okay if he came by after school one day and now, here he was, ringing the doorbell and taking a step back on the stoop, just a few houses down from his own childhood home. He’d go to his mum’s after this for dinner, if they were talking.

Which they weren’t.

Anyway, the door opened and Simba grinned.

“Hey, Wilbur! Ready to get started?”