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Leighton didn’t know that her halloweens growing up was not the normal way for other kids.
She had the costumes.
She went to the country club and played games with other kids.
As a teen she went to the parties, then the clubs.
What she never did was trick or treat. She thought that was something just from the movies. Growing up on the upper east side she saw a lot of things that were just from the movies.
So how was she to know that come halloween time she would need candy.
Tatum was no better.
When the first little kid knocked on their apartment door, their mom behind them, Leighton just stood there. Sure she thought the kid looked cute, a little Regina George with her own Burn Book. But why were they knocking on her door?
“Yeah?” Leighton looked at the mom, as if expecting the woman to start asking if she saw a lost pet. The little girl held open a bag.
“Trick or Treat!”
Leighton just blinked at her. “Wait, kids actually do this? Shit-fuck can’t swear in front of kids-hang on.” Leighton went to the kitchen and grabbed a few things. “I have coconut water? No? Protein chips? Kale crackers? We don’t eat for enjoyment in this house. Oh wait, you got venmo?” Leighton pulled out her phone.
When Tatum came home she saw the building door was held open by a long line of kids.
“What the fuck?” She squeezed in only for a small grubby and sticky hand to grab her arm.
“Hey no cuts! Not even for old ladies!” The clearly sightly challenged child sneered through his Iron Man mask.
She ignored him and wished she was coming back from tennis practice so she could have a racket to swat the kids away with.
Soon she spotted some teens in the line and figured they would give her the best answer since they would respect her style.
“So what is this line about?”
“Some snack didn’t buy candy so she’s venmoing people like fifty bucks.” A future frat boy explained. “I’d rather something else sweet.” He showed Tatum a picture of an annoyed and frazzled Leighton.
Tatum took his phone and smashed it on the nearest wall. “Looks like you’re going to need to use your school mandated chromebook to jerk off to tonight. ”
Tatum pushed her way through the line of kids until she finally got to her home where she pushed the next kid out of the way before shutting and locking the door behind her.
“Leight, babe, stop venmoing kids. The line is literally down the block.” Tatum searched around for a pen and a post it note before finally finding it. She wrote down out of candy fuck off and with the chain still on the door, opened it just enough to stick the post it on the door before slamming it shut again.
“I didn’t have anything else to give them. They didn’t like our snacks. I didn’t know kids actually went door to door. Did you?”
“No. But I wouldn’t have venmo’d people, just tell them too bad and shut the door then ignore the rest. Can’t believe you made Trick or Treat but for bums.”
Leighton thought about it for a second. “I guess, but wouldn’t like Trick or Treating be a whole thing teaching kids to get hand outs?”
“Careful Leight, might be watching too much Fox News.” Tatum teased. “Can’t compare candy and venmo.”
Before Leighton could defend herself and swear she didn’t mean it like that, someone, or most likely a group of someone’s started to bang and kick the door yelling at them to open up.
“Kids are fucking feral. I’m calling security.” Leighton went to the panel in the wall only for Tatum to stop her.
“They have the building’s door open from the massive line that formed. I don’t think security cares. But you can try. I’m just going to go get the gun.”
“Tatum, you can’t just shoot kids.”
“I’m not going to shoot them, unless they get past the door. I’m just preparing in case.”
“We don’t need to use the gun. We literally have a panic room.” At the time of the panic room’s inclusion, both Leighton and Tatum thought it was too much but their father’s having heard of how dangerous some major liberal cities were and how it seemed all races and religions (they were very clear to include all) were raping and killing beautiful young white women. Now however Leighton liked the idea of having a room they could lock themselves in and know that even a RPG couldn’t penetrate it. Plus it was so nice, it had a bedroom, living room, kitchenette and full bathroom. It was also fully stocked regularly with food. (Their fathers were convinced that a COVID thing was due to happen again and wanted them to be able to stay in the panic room for at least a month).
“You call security, I’ll go take the shit we care about and move it to the panic room.” Leighton rolled her eyes at Tatum before picking up their laptops, chargers, phones, purses and most of their jewellery and a few favorite shoes.
When it sounded like the apartment door might be getting close to breaking, and security said that they were make their way up but other tenants were also having issues and they only have 5 guards so it could be a bit. However they encouraged them to call the police.
So they did.
Now they were in the panic room, (the door made a crack sound and they were not chancing it giving out) as Tatum was on the phone with the police explaining the hoard of kids/teens expecting venmo for trick or treating.
Dispatch asked if they were stupid as fuck and Tatum while staring at Leighton went well my girlfriend just might be. Now they just had to wait for the police to come.
Leighton was keeping an eye on the cameras in the apartment and watched as the door finally gave in and people started to take their shit.
“I feel like we’re in the purge.”
“We might as well be, only you won’t let me fight back.” Tatum huffed.
“Why do you want to shoot some kid so much?”
“I’m just not used to hiding. I’m a fighter.” Tatum shrugged. “I confront, plus it’s not like they’re little kids. These are adults and almost adults who broke into our home and have gone feral.” Tatum pointed out the screen showing one of the cameras. “That is a group of fucking parents. I should be allowed to shoot their asses. The ones in Crocs and socks at least for that reason alone.”
“Okay, that’s fair, next time this happens you can do that. We’re not opening that door until our apartment is empty.”
…
That took two hours. They gave the police their camera footage, and a list of items that they noticed were missing that were not seen on the cameras easily.
They packed two weeks of clothes and Tatum texted her dad to find them a new place to live.
Who knew that kids in Vermont could be so insane.
Leighton wondered why the fuck she didn’t just agree to pre-game with Bela, Whitney and Kimberly. Why did she decide to say fuck it to any parties and have a quiet date night with Tatum with scary movies, drinks and sex, three things that didn’t even happen.