Why Wasn't Robbie In Grown Ups 2 Novels & Stories

His authoritative tone was filled with disappointment as if I cared about that. My eyes narrowed. "They wouldn't be waiting on me if they stayed in their lanes as the retired Planes." I bit back. Then, "Mom, Dad." I acknowledged them with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. Robb scoffed and adjusted in his seat; he usually did that when he couldn't believe one's audacity. "You cannot afford to keep me retired, not with the way the company's going, and I can't afford to stay retired, not this way."

Adam was drowned in his work, sorting out things and businesses for the family, yet Robert was going to Kansas? “Are you trying to piss me off? Do you know what’s happening right now? Your sister is keeping the company together, and yet an adult man like you is doing nothing but gaming! What is even in that thick skull of yours?!” “What’s so bad about gaming? I can still have a bright future from it! Do you think businesses are the only source of income there is? As I said: I’ll bring pride to Burlington, and I’ll make a name for myself one day! One day! You’ll all be sorry!” With that, Robert hung up on him.

Robbie said in frustration. The businesspeople simply sipped on their drinks, unconcerned with Robbie’s little tantrum. Robbie felt at a loss. He had not been in this situation before. Robbie could not understand what these people were thinking. It was supposed to be straightforward. Somehow, the whole thing became complicated. The group sat together to talk about rising against Edmund. Then came a shift in mood, and everybody was persuading Robbie to relax. People might think that these businesspeople were friends with Edmund.

Link said, ignoring everything else Robert had said. The seesaw on Gary’s face evened out. “Look, Robbie, I can see you got your panties all in a bunch over this, probably imagining him being kidnapped by gangsters or sold into white slavery or some such shit, but I’m just trying to reassure you that it’s probably nothing as dramatic. You might not want to face it, but seems to me you’ve been ghosted.”

Maxine curiously asked. “The truth? I didn’t!” Rob giggled. “You looked way different. Well, you became more beautiful. I could still remember your boyish hair and ways. Now, you’ve become a real woman.” “We’re 22! Do you expect me to be the same girl in her teenage years? I don’t even know how to wear a bra back then.” They duet in laughter, but then Rob suddenly becomes serious. He reached out for Maxine’s hands and smiled at her.

After we almost kissed. "I will always be here for you, Sam. We're best friends. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?" He asks. "It's just you," I reply. When Robbie gets up, he stretches, and all his muscles extend toward the ceiling. Robbie has grown up. I can tell he's been working out. Crap, I need to stop checking Robbie out. He sure has gotten sexy lately. And if he can think I'm beautiful, then I can think he's gorgeous, right?

Then, he got up and said, “Who the hell is here to see me at this hour?” The receptionist shook her head and said hesitantly, “They didn’t say.” “F*ck!” Robbie simply said gruffly, “Get some people to stop them and drive them away. I’m not seeing them!” After that, Robbie stopped talking. Then, he sat on the sofa while smoking a cigarette. “Mr. James, could it be related to Beacon?” Leo suddenly said. Beacon? Robbie quickly sat up. “It can’t be. The PR in Beacon is rubbish. Besides, it’s already so late. Who the hell could it be?”

Before I can ask, he explains, “It’s full of old junk already. I haven’t had a chance to clean it out yet.” “What kind of junk?” Rob shakes his head and shrugs. “I’m not even sure. It’s just packed.” He’s not meeting my eyes, which is strange until my insecurity kicks in and I wonder if I’ve got something in my teeth or on my face. “Then put it where it’s out of your way.” *Rob* I tell the story of Grace and the barn backroom the next time I meet the guys at Three Fools, and they get a laugh out of my near miss.

Before they could bicker any longer, Jake held up a hand, silencing the annoying barrage of questions he didn’t want to answer that he knew would soon come. Robbie sank down into their old, springy couch, choosing instead to focus on whatever mind-numbing program was on the television. James didn’t like television, but he did like a movie once in a while. He had meant to see Carrie sometime soon but didn’t know if it would be fair to see the film without having finished the book yet. Around five minutes into Robbie’s show, he tapped Jake on the shoulder. “..so you’re down with going, right?” “Yes! For the love of God, I’m going.”

“Nope. He asked me to be patient.” She nodded, but her eyes lingered on me longer than usual. . . . That evening, Damon called me into his study. A file lay open on his desk — photos, notes, timestamps. “Rob’s last known location was Bushwick.” he said. “Used his card at a shady bar there. After that, nothing.” “Shady bar?” I asked. “Why would he go there?” Damon shrugged. “Maybe he was meeting someone. You know, having some fun. That place is known for its wild parties. Precisely secret sex parties,” he said with that dramatic effect.