Remarkable Misfortunes

Chapter Two

I unlocked the front door, letting Luke and Ariel right behind me making our way towards the kitchen.

"Hello Scarlett." Margret greets with a warm smile as she made her way out of the pantry. "Ah, Mr. Luke. Ms. Ariel."

"Do you think you could make us some of your famous pancakes?" I did the best puppy face as I could pull off. I probably looked constipated.

"Of course. Anything for you dear."

"Thank you! We'll be in my room. Just tell Preston to come get us when they're done."

I kissed her cheek before heading up to my room. I threw my backpack on the couch and plopped down on my bed. Luke sunk into one of the bean bags at the edge of my bed, and Ariel sat on the floor criss-cross applesauce on the floor.

"So," I began breaking the silence, "I was thinking that maybe we could go tot he party."

Ariel choked on her own saliva. "Wait. What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I think it could be really fun. And I think we'd be the only people not going."

"Praise The Lord! Hallelujah."

"Did you guys want me to pick you up?" Luke turns around in the bean bag to face us while he rests his chin on his arm.

"Yeah, I don't want to risk having any of you puking in my baby!"

"That was once!" Luke scoffed and crossed his arms. "And it was in your Mercedes last time."

"Well, I just got this car, so you're going nowhere near it."

"You can't hold that against me forever!"

"Oh yes I can."

"You're such a-"  There was a knock on the door before Luke could finish that last line.

I sat up. "Come in!"

"Miss Scarlett, Margret said the pancakes are ready."

"Oh boy! Papas coming!" Luke was already out of the room.

It was past 7:30 when Luke and Ariel had left. I was sitting criss-cross on my bed, flipping through the channels with my homework in front of me. Calculus is so boring. I understand it, but I don't feel like doing it.

"You know it's not polite to be locked up in your room when you have guest."

I looked up to see where the voice was coming from; there was Sawyer leaning up against my door frame, and I scowled at him. "Why are you here? And how did you find my room?"

"One, your parents invited us over for dinner," He counted on his fingers, "and two, your bedroom door was open. Besides, your mom sent me up here to hangout." He quoted in the air hangout.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, you can leave now. We did plenty of hanging out right now. That amazing minute we shared was all that I could handle." I shooed him off.

"Scarlett!" My mom exclaims as she walks in. "Oh, I see Sawyer found your room. I need you to get into something nice, and he's going to hang out here until dinner is ready. Okay?"

She was wearing this red slim cocktail dress with black heels, her hair was put up into a tight bun, and her make-up was neutral but simple. She only dressed like this if important people were coming over or it was a special occasion. But I suppose the two can fit in the same category.

"Sounds great mom." I put on my best fake smile.

She smiled back, ignoring my sarcasm, before pushing Sawyer on the shoulder indicating him to go further in, and walked back out. I just stared at him as he strolled over towards my bed, grabbing my remote out of my hand, and made himself comfortable on my bed.