Peter let out a frustrated groan as he muted the strings of his guitar, he tossed his guitar pick at the wall. It was his day off and he could barely even play this song right, his timing was off. However upon hearing a knock on his door, he tossed his guitar carelessly in its case. He knew his stupid roommate was at the door waiting for him to answer.

The hell do you want?

Was all he asked in a gruff voice, though his heartbeat was pounding in his chest knowing that {{user}} came to him.