A/N: I just made a strange sound. Where has EASILY been all my life? I've never heard it before now and it's… EASILY the best song I've ever heard. I can defiantly see that as inspiration for a future story. Anyways, I was reading another story about Matt and Dom trying to use an answering machine, so I decided to make on about Matt trying to use his new iPhone. Enjoy :D

"Stupid…" Matt muttered. "I am sliding my finger across the screen. Why won't you unlock?" he yelled at the small device. Chris had gotten him a new iPhone to replace his old, battered one, and while Matt had appreciated it, he couldn't work the darn thing.

"Do it like this, Matt," Dom reached across and showed him how to do it correctly. "Good."

"That's what I did," he hollered. It was 2:30 in the morning and way past his bedtime. Dom was a nocturnal animal, and was always awake at night. He had challenged Matt to try and see if he could stay up longer than his friend.

But the poor man could do nothing when he was tired, even something as simple as unlocking a phone. "Well, you didn't do it right," Dom huffed, annoyed. Matt had been yelling at the small thing for an hour now.

"No. I can do everything right. I can play piano. I can play guitar. I can even play the keytar. I. Can. Unlock. This. Phone."

"Alright, don't get cocky. You're a great musician; you just can't work a phone."

"Yes. I. Can," Matt growled. He needed sleep, but he was notlosing ten bucks to Dominic Howard. "How do you take a picture?"

"Press the camera button on the side of the phone," Dom instructed. "Then press the button on the screen to take the-"

Click! "Oh, like that." Dom blinked, stunned by the unexpected light. "Ooh… that's not a pretty face… That's going on Twitter," Matt smirked evilly.

"What, no!" Dom screeched, jumping on to Matt. "Erase it!"

"Too late. That's what you get for uploading that picture of me sleeping yesterday," he smiled.

"I hate you," Dom muttered.

"I'm sorry, could you say that a bit louder, please?"

"No."

"Oh, look. You already got hits."

Dom tried to ignore the comments from the random fans, and even one from Chris… who was currently in the bathroom in the hotel room the three were sharing. "Nice one Christopher! But I believe you got similar comments when Tom took that picture of you when you were pulling your 'game face' during football!" Dom hollered loud enough for him to hear.

"That's ok! They're all focused on you now, buddy!"

Matt chuckled. "Look what Morgan commented."

"I don't want to see it," Dom muttered, pouting. "He's a nasty, perverted man, and I just… I don't want to see it," he repeated.

"Oh come on, man. It's hilarious."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Will you two shut up already," Chris asked as he came out of the bathroom.

"Hmph," Matt said, pouting alongside Dom.

"Man, I'm tired," Chris yawned, just as Matt pointed the camera at him.

"Ha! That's going on Twitter, too!" he exclaimed.

"I told you a new phone wouldn't be a good idea," Dom said.

Chris only shrugged. "That's ok. If I find that picture of me on the Internet, then I'll post the one where Matt's 3 and walking around the house naked."

Matt looked up, worried. "You wouldn't."

"I would."

He looked down at the phone, back up at Chris, and then down to the phone, once more, and pressed the delete button.

A/N: I know, what a crap ending, huh? Oh well, had to end sometime.