Flash your green eyes

CHAPTER EIGHT

"How about this one?" Adam asks, holding up some old phone that was probably made a few centuries ago.

"Ew, that looks like an old ladies phone and you know it!" I reply, laughing.

He laughs too and walks over to another stand to look at some other phones.

I check out the latest iPhone and wonder if Mum will lend me some more money if I ask nicely.

"Taylor?"

"Hmmm?" I say, absorbed in my thoughts.

"What are you doing here?"

I turn around to see Mum and Dad staring at me.

"I'm... Uhhh... What are YOU doing here?"

"Taylor." Dad frowns. "Don't change the subject."

"Well, technically, it's the same subject since I asked the exact same question but-"

"Taylor!"

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was just uhhh... I was just helping Adam choose a phone!"

Dad's frown deepens.

"Taylor... Were you looking for a phone for yourself?"

I try to hold my face in a plain expression but fail.

"Okay so I know that you don't want me to have a phone," I say hurriedly, " but when I go back to America Adam and I are gonna need to talk and I know you don't want us to but I'm 15 anyway and all of my friends have a phone and it's not really fair and it's kind of a necessity at this day and age and- why are you looking at me like that?"

Mum and Dad look at each other and the Mum starts to talk.

"Well, you see, Taylor, your Dad and I were thinking that since you've been so responsible this week and you are 15 we thought well... We thought...."

"We thought we would get you a phone," Dad finishes.

I stare at them in shock for a few seconds and then my face breaks into a huge grin.

"Really?! Thanks so much guys!"

Mum nods awkwardly and then begins fidgeting with her necklace.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Swift, how are you today?"

I look up and notice Adam standing next to me.

"Really, Adam you can call me Andrea and this is Scott and we're fine, thank you for asking. How are you?"

"Great!" Adam grins.

"They're getting me a phone!" I whisper to him.

"That's great! And you're here so you get to pick it out right?"

"Uhh... I guess so... Actually that's a good point. Mum, since I'm here can I pick the phone I want?"

"Absolutely not!" Mum and Dad say in unison.

I pout and Dad sighs.

"Do you want an iPhone, Taylor?"

"Yes please! Thanks so much Dad!"

He frowns.

"I didn't say I was getting you one."

My face falls and he sighs again as he walks over to the iPhones.

"You're not getting the latest one though. You can have..." His hand hovers over the phones before he picks up one of the older designs. "This one."

"Dad, that's an iPhone 3! I don't even think those things are touch screen!"

I can hear Adam stifling a laugh.