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'What Up Gangsta' by Neale Groves
Brown kicked off his Timberland boots and settled back for the OC, cup of tea in one hand and cigarette in the other. He had looked forward to this moment all day behind his computer at Amex, trying to remain calm whilst handling abusive customers on the phone. He was a shy little 19 year old, and had taken up the job hoping that having to talk to people all day would increase his self-confidence. Unfortunately, the lack of face to face contact with people had only made him more of a social recluse. Nowadays the only person he saw was Conrad. He tried to get Brown out and about again, inviting him anywhere he thought he would go. Unfortunately it rarely worked. He spent his time either at work, or at home with his two cats, Cybs and Burgs. "Why would I need anyone else when I have these two beautiful cats to keep me company" he thought to himself.
Someone knocked at the front door. Brown was puzzled: he never had visitors and his mootles was away for a couple of weeks. Lifting the cats from his lap, he walked to the window to see who it was. Conrad. Brown decided to let him in, thinking maybe they could watch the OC together. He opened the door, but Conrad didn't enter. He just stood there, smiling knowingly. "What..." Brown said. Suddenly he heard laughter and shouting from down the street. Pushing past Conrad he ran outside to see a huge mob standing there. He turned back inside, but it was too late. Conrad had already made his way in, and the crowd followed. Despite the fact that he knew each of them, Brown was scared. As they piled into his house, he freaked out. "Everyone get out now!" he shouted, but no one took any notice of it. They were fed up of not seeing their friend due to his psychological illness. "Fine, if they won't leave, I guess I'll have to," he thought. Brown spent most of his time thinking. He put his Timberlands back on, picked up his cats and left without anyone noticing.
About 3am Conrad realised he hadn't seen Brown for quite a while. He got up, stepped over Sam Murley and walked the house looking for him. He was nowhere to be seen. Eventually everyone left, and Conrad rang him. Looking down, he saw Brown's mobile on the kitchen table. Giving up, Conrad left. Shutting the door behind him, he had an odd feeling: one of strange sadness. "Probably just coming down," he thought, and walked home.
Brown never returned.
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