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Brendon continued playing CoD, not looking away from the screen as he heard Cameron enter the room. The only response that the other boy got from his little lecture about how he should lock his door was a low chuckle, which was about as far as that conversation would go. Brendon was terribly oblivious to the most blatantly obvious things, like the fact that anyone really could walk in his house and take everything because he never locked his door. Unfortunately, that was just how he was. "Believe? I think I can guess what just happened." He said, glancing over at Cameron and then gesturing to his own head, as if to tell him to fix his hair.












