- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Where your nightmare comes to life.
"Fine." he yawned dragging himself over to the couch laying on it. He could feel daggers in his back from roger but he was way to tired to care about him. He laid down and within second he was out laying face down on the couch. The couch wasn't that comfortable but it only said how tired he actually was. "I don't care if you don't like it Roger, I'm not going to let my brother ride his bike home and kill himself by passing out!" Matt said after hearing the minor complaint from the guitarist.