Halloween Teen

Chapter 3
Part 3

Chapter Description: Getting into the real teen spirit.

Mall security broke up the two teens and, short of a little hair mussing, neither was worse for the effort. One of the security guards wanted to call the girl’s parents but Damon was able to convince him not to do that. After some scolding and the girls pouting security let them go.... separately.

Maggie no longer had any qualms about being a teen. All she wanted to do was complain about ’The Tramp’! "Calm down!" Damon told her "It’s no big deal... really!"

"No big deal? As if! I would’ve kicked her fat ass!" Maggie said "No little tramp calls me names like that!"

"It’s not like you didn’t call her names too!" Damon replied.

"Uhhhh wellll... like, she started it!" Maggie argued.

"I dunno who started it and it doesn’t really matter. Let’s just get home where this stuff can’t happen." Damon said.

Maggie got into the car and twisted her face into an expression of disgust. "I was having a good time until she ruined it! I hope you’re not...like... mad at me? Were you having a good time?"

"I guess... this is all way freaky tho! I’ll be glad to see things back to normal" Damon answered.

"Normal?" Maggie said "She put her feet up on the dash of the car, sank back into the seat, and seemed to be thinking. "I kinda wonder if this isn’t...like.... for the better...ya know?"

"What?!?!" Damon exclaimed nearly driving off the road.

"Watch out! Want me to drive?" she yelled seeing the mailbox barely miss the fender.

"No... you don’t mean you wanna stay... like....like THAT?" he asked motioning toward the girl in the car with him.

"Maybe... I dunno..... It’s kinda neat hangin’ out and stuff like tonight.... as long as that bitch isn’t around!" she replied.

"But you’re my mom.... you shouldn’t look like THAT!" Damon told her.

Why not she wondered as she grew a little annoyed at Damon’s statement. "I’m not...like... dead! I’m 16! So what?"

Damon was trying to figure out how to reply to that when Maggie started ordering him to pull over. "Wait... stop in here! Slow down! Turn in... right there’s the entrance!..... Cool thanks... I’ll be right back"

Damon watched as she went into the convenience store. He couldn’t see what she was doing. After a while she reappeared carrying a sack.

"What’s in the bag?" he asked curiously.

She giggled as she got back in the car. Her smile grew wider as she reached in the bag "Brewskies! I talked that cute boy into not checking my ID!"

"But.... I.... can’t..... You’re not supposed...." Damon was at a loss for words. "Ummm is this like some kinda test?"

"Don’t be a geek! They’re just beer! It’s not like gnarly whiskey or somethin’!" Maggie told him

"Ummm I’m not sure about this" he said as she handed him a beer.

"Oh C’mon! "She pleaded "It’s just beer!"

"But, I’m driving!" he said as he shoved the beer back.

Maggie sighed disgustedly and rolled her eyes. "Well, how about one of these?" she asked as she pulled a pack of cigarettes from under the waist of her skirt. "I lifted them when the counter boy was getting our beer!"

"You LIFTED them? As in ’stole’ them? That wasn’t cool! That’s shoplifting! Besides, you don’t smoke!" Damon complained. "...and girls shouldn’t smoke anyway!"

"What are you...like...some kinda goody goody geek? Sheeesh! It’s just a pack of cigarettes!" Maggie said as she opened her beer "Ya don’t know what you’re missing!"

"Ummmm I’ll have one when we get home.... We’re almost there." he answered as he hoped Maggie didn’t get them in trouble before they got there!

Maggie lit her cigarette and took a long drag. She immediately erupted into coughing and gagging. "YECH... These things, like, SUCK!". The cigarette along with the whole package soon went out the window. "How do people smoke that stuff?"

Damon quizzed the girl as he shook his head "You stole ’em and don’t even like ’em?"

"Yeah... big deal... it’s not like I woulda wanted to PAY for ’em! Yech!" she answered as her breathing returned to normal.

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Thankfully Damon got them home safely. Maggie had already finished one beer and was working on another. "Here..." she said as she handed him one "You gotta catch up!"

He reluctantly took the beer and went inside. Any other time he would’ve loved to sneak a beer with his pals but this wasn’t right! She sat on the porch staring at the stars and thinking about her future. A couple of beers later she staggered into the house to see Damon still working on his first one.

"You’re..... slow..... here’s another...." she slurred as she flopped down on the couch and kicked off her shoes.

"I’m not in much of a drinking mood..." he replied.

She giggled and hiccupped... then giggled some more.

"You’re gettin’ drunk!" Damon told her.

"Yeah..... tehehehehehehehehe....I wanna dance!" she slurred as she got up and turned on the stereo. Most of her presets were ’boring’ but she finally diald in a hip hop song that she could dance to. After making herself dizzy she finally made her way back to the couch and fell into it. She opened another beer.

"Mom?" Damon asked.

"Ummm ’Maggie’...OK?" she corrected.

"Oh yeah.... sorry... I forgot... Maggie.... You’re not acting very mature...." he said.

"Am too! I’m just havin’ fun! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" she exclaimed as she stood up and tipsily spun around on one foot for no obvious reason and then fell dizzily back onto the couch. A new song came on the radio. "C’mon and dance with me" she said as she grabbed his arm and tried to pull him off the couch.

"No..... I’m tired...." he grumbled. After some grumbling she gave in and sat back down and began more drinking and babbling. "You’re... ’hic’ ....kinda boring.... ’hic’ tonight!" she mumbled after a while as she noticed Damon not paying much attention to her or wanting to ’party’. Time crept by slowly but finally she slowed and began not to look well. In a short while she was out for the night!

"Thank God!" Damon whispered seeing that she’d finally gotten quiet. He put her legs up on the couch and got her a blanket. It had been a strange day and he had school the next day. He was ready for bed himself.

He wondered if it could get any worse and realized Halloween wasn’t for another hour. He set his alarm clock and hoped things would turn out better in the morning