just one touch

Two.

Previously:
"Etta I've got something for you, you're gonna love it!" Dad says.

I walk into the living room to see dad and James with excited grins. Andrea isn't here so I let my guard down. "What is it?"

"Since your birthday is coming around, I got you a early gift. They just came in the mail today and I'm too excited to wait." He says this super fast so I have to process everything he just said.

With a flourish, he produces an envelope with words I can't see quick enough. He gives it to James who gives it to me. I see TicketMaster on the front and in a heartbeat I know.

I look up at them and dad just nods his head. I rip the paper and I'm looking at tickets to One Direction. The concert and meet and greets.

"You guys didn't, oh my gosh!" I practically yell. James covers his ears for a second but I don't care. I feel like I'm about to cry.

"How could you afford these?!"

"Remember when I told you guys I was going to the gym? Really I was just working late so I could get these." He was just as excited as I was.

"Thank you so much daddy! I love them!" I rush towards him and give him the biggest hug I think I've ever given him. "You're the best!". He squeezes me and let's me go. "You're welcome sweetheart, we all knew you'd enjoy them."

I walk back, dazed thinking that this is just some dream and I'll wake up. I pinch myself just to be sure. This is really happening, wow.

I lay on my bed and look for my phone. It was right here on my bed...

"Looking for this?" Andrea asks. I look up and see that she's propped against my vanity, my phone in her hand.

"What are you doing with my phone?" All of a sudden I'm very suspicious. I don't trust her and she knows that.

"I was just looking for some perfume to borrow. Your father and I are going on a date." She looks around nonchalantly, eyeing my stuff as if it's her.

I feel myself tense. "That still doesn't answer my question. Why do you have my phone?"

"I just saw it on your bed and wanted to know what time it was." She strolls towards the door, wearing my perfume and throws me my phone.

"Thank you Andrea." I slam the door behind her, making it known she's not welcome. I lay my tickets on my dresser and see if she took anything from my vanity. Everything is where it's at except for my perfume, the one my mother gave me for my 16th birthday. Why that one?