Here I am, sitting in my room, plotting out how I am going to go about getting this done. Brandon already thinks I'm kind of cute. It shouldn't take much more to make him want to help me out of here. A few more visits and kind words should have him right about where I want him. As long as I don't take it too far, I remind myself. I need a friend, not another love-struck, delusional demon on my hands. Some instinct I have hidden deep inside of me tells me Brandon will be a good ally.
I start the first phase of my plan. I think about food. More specifically vanilla shake. I know that anything food-related will be picked up by the mind reader automatically. It's his only job to 'listen' to my food requests. So strange as it might seem I'm betting he will probably pick up on some things bef
