Austin's House

Austin's room is simple and neat. The few posters he has on his walls--Farach Fawcett, David Beckham, Jessica Alba, Mark Wahlberg, Pamela Anderson--seem to show his taste in sports and movies. I'm still scanning the room when he says,

"Sorry if it's a little dull," I compliment his room, despite what he said or what I actually think, and he offers me a drink. He leaves the room and I assume he heads for the kitchen. He walks back in, two seconds later and says, "I have to go real quick to pick up something for my mom. She left a note on the table and I have to get it before I forget."

"No problem," I say with a smile. Smiling back he walks out his room and I hear the front door shut closed. I look around the room one more time and head to his dresser where a mirror is placed. I check myself out and notice a book titled _Austin SL_ on top of the dresser. Hmm, I wonder...

Gabe! Stop. It's probably a diary or something, which means not for me to read.

Then again, it could uncover a mystery.