"Gemma, you're a teenager now. This is why we are getting you a phone, not because you blackmailed us. Having a phone is a big deal, and many bad things will come up. That's how I met your mother. Just be careful, or your mom will skin me alive."
"Thank you so much Dad! I promise I won't do anything bad on it."
"And do you remember the sacred Lewellan family rule on phones?"
"Always answer a call from a stranger with a joke. I seriously don't get that rule."
"You will one day, my young Jedi. Now leave me to face the wrath of your mom."
"One step ahead of you."
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"Heyo Harps, my beautiful wife."
"What did you do?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"You never call me 'beautiful wife' unless you weaseled yourself into a situation that you shouldn't have, so spill it before you lose it."
"Well, ImayormaynothaveboughtGemmaaphonewithoutyourpermission..."
"Oliver, I couldn't understand that. Say it again, but slower this time."
"Uh, you know how you said Gemma had to wait to get a phone until she was sixteen?"
"Yes..."
"Well, I may have given her a phone this morning as an early birthday gift without asking you first."
"OLIVER!!!"
"Uh. gotta blast. Work calls."
"It's a Saturday!"
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"Dang, for a forty-year-old man he's fast."
"You could say that again Gemma."
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This chapter is more of a bridge for the spin-off I'm writing for Misfits (: