Leave myself ? Here?

"I appreciate your concert Brett, but I had 3 mugs of coffee before I came here. I'm more awake than an insomniac who just lost his job and got divorced."

Wait what the hell did I just say? Maybe I am lacking sleep. But I gotta stay vigilant, especially in this creep's home.

"Umm... Yeah, right....."

Brett's eyes widen as he gives me a stare of that says, "what the fuuuuuck?" But who is he to judge ME?

I waited, waited and waited, until finally, exactly 30 minutes have gone past. EXACTLY 30 minutes. Brett must be good at finding things in exactly half an hour. I see him come downstairs and what do you know? White phone in his hand. My blackberry torch.

"Thanks Brett!

"Yeah, don't mention it" Brett seems dismayed

"Hey, maybe I've been a little cold to you at last night's party, sorry if I seemed like such a prude."

"Whatever, just go, get out."

"Thanks again Brett! Maybe you're not as bad as some people say you are."

Or maybe it was a good thing I kept my guard up

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just get out, I have company coming here soon."

I turned the doorknob to the outside world. Find my car keys, started the engine, and drove back home. Cellphone in hand, and I showed Brett his place.

THE END