Doesn't seem like he's lying, maybe I was too harsh

"Okay Brett, you do seem like the type of person who would lose something right after he finds it" I flash a little smile at him

"Alrighty then, just follow me."

Brett smiles, he's probably happy that I can trust him to SOME extent. I mean, I've been nothing but cold to him at the party last night, maybe he's not as bad as people say he is.

I followed Brett up the wooden steps to his room. Must be around 25 steps. Not that far a walk. All the while following him, Brett seemed happy. Eager even, am I really bothering him that much by being here? Maybe he has company and needs to get me out ASAP.

The door to Brett's room was nothing special, iron doorknob, wooden door. It opens. Now I'm in his room. Which was something to observe may I add. It was just an average cubicle, white walls. The posters on the walls though, Motor Bikes with muscled up beefy men and women on their laps.

Of course, what else would I expect from Brett, I rolled my eyes as I think this. This room doesn't seem to have a window, must have good lighting.

"So where should we start looking?"

"Well, I remember it was around my bed somewhere, check under it.

Under it? Does that mean I have to be on all fours? I might have been a little harsh on Brett lately, but can I really trust him to not do anything funny?