"I dunno if I want to come in." And yet he had followed Holden in, taking his cigarette out when he realised he was in the house with it and tossing it outside. He turned around and looked about the house. It was nice. Once again, there was lots of wood. Wood and red colours, nice low ceilings that gave it a small, comfy feeling. When Holden asked, he found himself doing it anyway. "I'm not gonna stay, I really got to get back. My mate is waiting."

And it wasn't a lie. Ollie was doing homework right now, school tomorrow and all, but soon he'd begin to wonder. Though he doubted Ollie would be shocked if he fucked off.

He came back with the white phone and held it out. "Here. Sorry about the tree."