It'd be a crazy night out and I'd somehow managed to find my way back to my ex-boyfriend's bed. When I woke up the next morning there was a note on his bedside table that read "Stay here, i'll be back for round two!" I was flattered and from what I could remember of the night before, we still had the chemistry, so, I decided to wait for him. I fell back asleep for an hour when his mother came home! She opened the door and called his name, made awkward eye contact with me as I pulled the covers over myself and pretended to be asleep. Realising I should probably leave, I put my clothes on and plotted my escape. Nope, she was in the kitchen, and I didn't want to have that awkward run in... so I went back to bed. Half an hour later she came back in to see if I was still there, didn't say anything, and closed the door again. Awkward. Now it was really time to leave... Man up and get out there! Nope, you're a chicken. Third time's a charm right? Well half an hour later she came in again, looked at me and closed the door. Could this get ANYMORE awkward? I had to make a run for it. I sat quietly in his room for an hour and waited until she had left the house. I peered out of his bedroom door, ran down the hallway, through the kitchen and bolted out the front door, sprinting the 500 metres to my house... Just as I was running around the corner into the next street his mother pulled out and watched me hop a fence in my pitiful attempt to avoid an simple "hello" in the morning. I facepalmed when I realised that I had left a trail of open doors through the house leaving evidence of my frantic escape. I never could look her in the eye again, and I never got my round two.