The Descendants Series Vol. 1

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

When I walked back into the kitchen, Mom was on her laptop at the table.

“So that conference was boring, huh?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

“Yep, pretty much,” she said.  “It went on just like any other conference that your dad gets invited to.  This time though, there was something strange.”

“What?” I asked.

“Well, your dad got called into this special meeting that only the very important people were in.  We didn’t even know where they were from, just some company, I guess.  When he came out an hour later, he said he wasn’t allowed to talk about they discussed.  And you know me.  I always get curious when I’m not allowed to know things.”

If Remy and I inherited out curiosity, we definitely got it from her.  She always had to know everything.  And if she didn’t know, she would always try and find some way to know what was going on.

“That’s a little strange,” I said.  “I wonder what was going on.”

“I don’t know,” she said.  “I’ll get it out of him somehow.”

“You always can,” I laughed.  “When’s dinner getting here?”

“Oh, when I ordered it, they said it might be an hour before it gets here.  They’re really busy, but I guess that’s because it’s a Saturday night,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.  “I’ll be upstairs.”

“I’ll put the money by the front door, so when it gets here, you can get it.  I’ve got to go take a shower,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

I walked up to Remy’s room and sat down on her bed.  She was sitting at her desk, her Trig book in front of her. 

“I don’t get this at all,” she said.  “Since you’re apparently the math genius, can you come over and help me?”  

“Fine,” I said.  I got up and looked at the problem she was working on.  I laughed.  “You know, it would help if you copied down the right problem.  You’re doing forty-eight when you supposed to be doing forty-seven.”

She looked at her paper and then back at her book.  “Oh,” she said.  “I guess that would help a little.”

She started erasing and then wrote down the right problem.  A minute later, she set her pencil down and turned to me. 

“Now that I had the right problem down, I actually got it,” she said.  I laughed.  “At least I’m done.  I’m finished with everything.  I wonder what Rebecca and Tyler are doing?”

“Probably what you normally do on first dates,” I said.  “Talk about everything.  Get to know each other a bit.”

“I just hope Tyler doesn’t screw anything up with her.  She really likes him.  And I mean really,” she said.  “She was like freaking out when she was putting that dress on.”

“Hopefully it will go well then,” I said.

About forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” I said, getting off of Remy’s bed.  “It’s probably the pizza.”

“Finally,” Remy said.  “I’m starving.”

We walked downstairs.  I headed toward the front door and Remy went into the kitchen to get the plates out.  I grabbed the money off of the table next to the front door and opened the door.