A/N: Just a cute little one shot that I came up with while listening to 'Boredom' by Muse (of course). Matt is bored, but no one wants to play with him:( R/R!

"I'm bo-o-o-ored," Matt complained for the millionth time. "Bo-o-o-ored. Bored, bored, bored. B-O-R-E-D," he spelled. "Bored."

It was beginning to be one of those situations where if you say a certain word to many times, it doesn't make since anymore; doesn't sound right.

And Matt was still wearing it out.

"Yes, Matthew. We know," I told him. I'd thought that maybe if I'd called him by his full name, he'd finally see he'd said it a million times too many, though it didn't seem to faze him. He sat beside me on the couch, his head thrown over the back. He slouched into the cushions, his arms sprawled out beside him, his legs the same on the floor.

"But Cass, you don't understand. I'm b-o-o-ored…" Matt and I had been friends since we were 15, and had managed to stay in touch once his high school band kicked off. We're both 21 now, and they were currently taking a break from touring there 2nd and newest album, Origin of Symmetry, so I took the chance to come and see them.

I sighed and looked to Dom in the recliner across the room for help. "Then read a book," Chris spoke instead, as he walked in from the kitchen and leaned against the door frame.

"No," Matt muttered.

"Listen to music."

"No."

"Watch a movie."

"No."

"Then what do you want to do," Dom finally asked.

"…Play a game."

"What kind of game?" Chris wondered.

"Mmm… Hide n' Go Seek."

"Hide n' Go Seek, man? Really? We haven't played that since we were 7. Can't you think of a more mature game?" Chris teased.

"No."

He began to shift around, until he was lying down, his head on the armrest opposite of mine, his feet propped up on the back of the couch, his arms dangling and picking at the carpet.

"Eww, Matt. Get your smelly feet away from me," I told him.

He sighed, go up, turned around, and plopped back into the same position, only this time his head was in my lap, his feet on the other end.

I tugged lightly at his red hair, chuckling when he muttered, " 'Top it."

"Take a nap, then," Chris said. "Go to sleep."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna."

*Five minutes later*

Matt was lying still, his eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, snoring lightly.

"At least he finally shut up," Chris sighed. He had stolen Dom's seat when he had gotten up to get a soda. The poor blonde was now sitting on the floor, his legs crossed. His eyes kept fluttering closed, then opening wide, as he fought sleep.

"Looks like Dom needs a nap, too," I chuckled.

"Yeah… I'll be in the bedroom," Dom murmured getting up slowly and staggering down the hall.

"Well," I looked over at Chris, who was laughing at Dom's clumsiness, "now that we've got all the kids in bed…"

"Exactly. It's just… it's kind of quiet, and—" Oh no, "—I'm bored."