I had fun writing this, average conversation between a teenager and his parents… I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM!
Past Curfew
Danny woke up to Sam shaking him. He could taste blood, and his mouth hurt. A lot. Suddenly he began to cough. Sam and Tucker grimaced. "What?" asked Danny, and he winced in pain. It was Tucker who answered.
"Your teeth, they're-" Sam elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow! Well they are!"
"They're what?" Danny managed to ask.
"Dude, let's just say you're gonna need braces."
"What do you- Ouch! What do you mean?" Sam helped him into a sitting position.
"Danny," Sam began, "When you fell, you must have landed on your face. Your teeth are messed up pretty badly."
"What do you mean, 'pretty badly'?" Sam picked up a piece of shattered glass.
"Take a look for yourself." Sam and Tucker were right. Danny's bottom teeth were all chipped, while his top teeth were crooked, collapsing into one another. Flopping back on the sidewalk, Danny sighed.
"How am I going to explain this to my folks?"
"So, I'm supposed to believe you pushed Sam out of the way of a moving car and now your teeth are like that?"
"I was hoping you would." Maddie Fenton sighed.
"Sam, Tucker, do your parents know you're here?"
"Actually Mrs. Fenton, we were just about to head home. C'mon Tuck. See ya later Danny." Sam waved and made her way to the door.
"Bye Danny." Tucker waved as well. "Good luck on the math test tomorrow." Danny threw himself on the couch and put his head in his hands.
"C'mon Tuck!" Sam hissed. She grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him out the door. Silence was in the Fenton household except for the slam of the front door. Mattie broke the silence.
"Math test? You didn't tell me about a math test!"
"Must have slipped my mind," Danny replied sarcastically.
"Don't speak to your mother that way!" Jack Fenton barked. Surprisingly he had been silent up until that point. "Did you study?"
"Yes, of course," Danny answered, making his way to the stairs.
"Really. Because you better have studied harder than you did for that science test you failed," Maddie sternly told him.
"How do you know about-" Danny was cut off by his father's much deeper voice.
"We got a call from your teacher." Danny tried not to let the concern show on his face.
"So I made a tiny mistake."
"Danny, you're barely passing! You're coming home late, full of cuts and bruises! I want to know what's going on!"
"Since when do you care?" Danny's normally baby blue eyes were dark and full of anger.
"Since when do I care? Danny, I'm you're mother!"
"Really? Because you've never cared before!" Danny stormed back up the stairs and nearly ran into Jazz.
"Danny, where have you been?"
"Who cares?" came his sharp reply. He went into his room and slammed the door shut. "'Cause I don't and if nobody else does, I'm cool with that!"
Downstairs Maddie shook her head. "Something's wrong Jack." He shrugged.
"Danny's a smart boy. I'm sure he can handle it."
"Jack, that's all we ever do or say. 'He can handle it'. Or, 'He'll be alright'. It's obvious he can't!" Jack put his hands on her shoulders.
"Maddie baby, he's not a little boy anymore and he probably doesn't want to be treated like one! As far as the cuts and bruises, he says he's alright." His wife nodded.
"Alright," she reluctantly said. "But I'm still taking him to the dentist tomorrow to get his teeth checked out."
Chapter 2, Metal Mouth coming up soon. Bum, bum, baa!
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