Me and Matty were the best if friends I'd never leave his side he was soldier. That changed when... well... my father drove our car off of a bridge and tried killing me, my mother and little brother. All but me and my brother survived. After the accident Matty moved away to work on there band and I was left with my brother and aunt. The time I needed him he left and I can't help but be bitter about that. I truly am bitter and I overprotect myself I guess Matty and I have never been the same since. Who wants to be friends with a fuck up right? huh
