Johnny's P.O.V.
13 April, 2019
"Are you kidding me Sam? It's f*****g eight in the morning!" I groaned lowly, pressing a pillow on my head as I denied to wake up at this hour. I heard Sam's almsot inaudible sigh before the pillow from my hands were snatched away.
"It's your wedding, asshole."
"The wedding is at evening." I murmured, digging my face in my pillow. My head was literally throbbing so f*****g bad for the hangover I doubted if I could recover till evening. There's no way I can't skip the wedding, because technically, it's mine.
"We need to have a talk, man." The bed shifted with his weight as I felt him taking a seat beside my legs. For I didn't react anything, he spoke again. "Seriously!"
"Alright." I groaned for the second time, flipping over and leaning against the headr
