"The writers wrote me so weirdly- like why am I their punching bag?" myles was laying off of the edge of his bed, his head lolled back, hair cascading down the blanket, that hung off of the edge of the mattress. myles sighed, his band shirt clad chest rising and falling dramatically "I'm boreeeeed" myles whined, pouting, before deciding to get up, but as he tried to, he fell off of the bed, pulling the blankets with him, as he tried to cling on, hitting the floor with a THUMP!