I've skipped a couple of years now, so Maureen's thirteen. I have no idea how American schools work though, so I don't know what grade they'd be in, so I'm just going to work round it unless I can get some help on it.
February 16th 1979 7:00pm EST
"Mo, why can't I go with you?"
"You're too little Jenny, you're practically a baby."
This was the new routine in the Johnson household. Jenny would follow her older sister around everywhere, she always wanted to be with Maureen, and do everything she did. Maureen didn't mind it at first, after all, she loved any kind of attention. After a while though, having a five year old tagging along with you wherever you go wasn't exactly cool.
"Yeah Mo, cause your so grown up."
"Shut up Timmy."
This always annoyed her brother. Maureen and Jenny were the only people who didn't call him Tim, it was out of habit really, but they got bored easily, and it was a fun pastime annoying their eighteen year old brother.
Maureen glared at her sister one last time before leaving, making sure to slam the door on her way out. She heard her mother shout at her, but she really couldn't care less right now. The sooner she got to Roger's, the better.
"I hate them, why don't they understand that I need a life as well?"
They boys were listening to Maureen rant. She's been going on for at least half an hour. She did have a point though, her parents did seem to dump Jenny on Maureen quite a lot. But still, Maureen tended to be a bit extreme about things.
"I wish it could be like before Jenny was born, just us...well, and you Collins."
A lot of things had changed in a few years for the group of friends. They'd stopped hanging out a Mark's, because although he had the best house, his Mom did ten to baby them a bit, at Maureen's they get stuck with babysitting duty, and they just didn't go round Collins'. So they spent most of their time at Roger's.
Collins had come into existence somewhere along the line. No one was quite sure when, but they supposed it was something to do with Tommy wasn't exactly a good name for a fifteen year old boy. They were an odd bunch, but they just seemed to work together, and thats how they stayed.
March 19th 1979 11:00pm EST
"Guys, we were supposed to be back hours ago."
They were sitting in a parking lot, all on a sugar high. One of Roger's Mom's bottle of wine was shared between all of them except Mark, who was becoming more jittery by the minute.
"Aww, is Marky scared of his Mommy telling him off?"
Mark blushed at this while Maureen practically fell into his lap. She was pretty much drunk, having not much experience with alcohol, whereas Roger seemed to be getting slightly tipsy, but Collins looked more or less normal.
"Guys, please." After more laughing at Mark, they decided to go home. Collins and Roger went one way, while Mark and Maureen went the other way. Maureen was practically skipping down the street, and Mark couldn't help but laugh. She made him dance some really dodgy tango, which ended up with them both in hysterics on Mark's front lawn.
"You know I love you, don't you Marky?"
"You're drunk Mo,"
"I know, I'm so bad." She hiccuped, and then hugged Mark awkwardly before jumping up and spinning around wildly, making Mark burst out laughing again. "You're crazy Mo." She didn't reply for a while but then she suddenly stopped.
"Maybe, it's all her fault though."
Maureen had seemed completely different just in that one moment. He made a note to himself to tell Roger and Collins about it, hopefully it was just Maureen being whiney, but in that one sentence..there was just something different about her.
He watched her hiccup again and skip off down the street, turining around every few seconds to wave at him. Maureen was mad, but he loved her for it, they all did.