Dylan’s POV
My eyes flutter open to an orange sunrise, still early in the morning, to be disturbed. I groaned, pulling the sheets from my body with a yawn that could swallow a cow whole. I trudged to the door, opening it to a familiar rival.
“What’s the matter, Devin?” Poking my face from the little space I opened.
“There is something important I need to discuss with you.”
“Can’t this discussion wait until the sun is out and bright?”
He nodded his head in the negative, stepping away from my door with folded arms. Devin being at my door as early as the c**k could crow only spelled trouble or danger.
“Man! I was having the best sleep of my life,” I whine, trudging like a zombie to where he leaned on the wall.
“I wasn’t.”
“Yeah. I can tell with the stench of booze lingering on you. Wh
