starry eyed // h.s.

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Christie ran down the stairs as she tried to chase her dog, who had her phone clamped in between his teeth.

"Archie! Give me back my phone!" Christie screeched, as she finally managed to catch up with her excited Labrador.

But, just then, Anna, Christie's mother, walked up to the dog and made it spit out the contents of its mouth (which, apart from the phone, consisted mainly of lots and lots of saliva).

"What's this then?" Her mother smirked as she took her phone and typed in the password.

"Mum! That's totally invading my privacy! You can't do that!" Christie gasped, and tried to pull her phone away from Anna's hands, but Anna was persistent and ignored her.

Suddenly, she managed to get onto Christie's home screen, and laughed lightly when she saw the background - 'same old shit but a different day'.

"My, my, you really are a typical teenager. So what have you been staring at for the past few days, then? I watched you be transfixed to your phone for a good hour or so yesterday night."

After searching and scrolling through different apps, Anna quickly lost interest of her daughter's teenage likings, and went on to look at her google history.

"Mom, what the fu- I mean, what the hell are you doing?!" Christie frowned as she watched her mum go through her history, frowning at her recent searches - 'how to tell him', 'how to take pictures of yourself', and 'define daddy'.

"Christie, what is all this?" She muttered darkly as she carried on scrolling down. 'How to pose' followed after, along with 'what is the minimal age for sexual activities' and 'can a 17 yr old do it properly'.

"Christie, answer me right now or I'm telling your father." Her mother warned, suddenly snapping her head up to look at her. Behind the glasses, Christie could see a storm emerging in her mother's eyes.

"I was just curious," she squeaked, her throat parched.

"About doing it?" Her mother hissed, as if those two words were lethal.

"Yeah. Like, sex education got me thinking." Christie was trying to come up with the best possible excuse, but it was hard when her mother was the deputy chief in the police department and could catch her out any second.

"Oh yeah? And what about that daddy stuff, then? Surely you didn't learn that in sex edu-" Then her mother froze completely, staring right at the illuminated screen.

She had been clicking around, trying to hopelessly exit google, when she had clicked on one of the recent tabs.

Christie leaned over her mother's shoulder, trying to see what had made her freeze so suddenly. Then she gasped as she saw the horrible, ugly, yet strangely alluring and beautiful picture of Edward, as he liked to be called, in his bedroom.

The angle made it so that you could only see his deep red, luscious lips and his magnificent jaw line. Then, as she carried looking on down, she admired his beautiful, tight biceps and sharp v-line. Her eyes carried on, and she nearly exploded when she saw only a bit of his big, milky-coloured c,ock.

Her eyes widened and she blushed immediately. Then, remembering about her mother, she turned to look at her.

And this was the first time Anna had ever slapped Christie.

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