~Tony's POV~
I woke up in the morning, with a heavy weight across the front of my body. The alarm was still ringing in my ears.
'Wakey wakey, Mikey.' I grunted, trying to roll out from underneath his arm. He sighed and pulled me closer to his warm body. I realised that we were both only in our boxers. I flushed red, and tried a bit more to get out of Mike's iron grip. I wriggled about, making a mess of the sheets. I finally managed to loosen his grip. My chances weren't any better of getting out of the steel trap. I was fully awake by now, and I made an another attempt of unclasping his arms from around me.
Two minutes later, and I still hadn't achieved maneuvering out of his grasp. I only had one option left now. I squirmed around and one of my arms came free. I bit my lip, already regretting my next action.
~Mike's POV~
Slap!
Tony's hand came down upon my cheek with a loud noise accompanying it.
'WHAT?!' I yelled, annoyed at the very rude awakening.
'DUDE, LET ME GO!' Tony yelled back at me. 'WE HAVE TO GET READY!'
'OH, SHIT!' I shouted, releasing Tony. We both scrambled out of bed. I tripped over my shoes, and landed face first in a pile of socks.
'Hey, Mike, it's almost 5:45, hurry the fuck up.' Tony said. He was already up and dressed, heading for his kitchen. I started yanking socks onto my feet, and shoving my feet into the shoes I fell over. I rubbed my eyes while heading for my suitcase, pulling out random pieces of clothing. After picking up what I had pulled out, I realised that this was Tony's suitcase. I stuffed everything back in and went over to mine.
I came out to the kitchen a few minutes later, fully dressed with my hair looking semi-decent.
'Hey Turtle. What are we eating?' I asked, leaning against the benchtop.
'Nothing. We can eat on the bus. We've got to be there soon. Coffee's the answer.' He handed me a mug filled with steaming hot coffee.
'Thanks,' I said gulping it down, the heat of it burning my throat.
'No worries,' Tony replied, absentmindedly reaching over and topping it up. He did the same to his.
*Three cups of coffee later*
Tony was practically bouncing off the walls. He glanced at the clock every few seconds and had dragged our suitcases from his bedroom, to the lounge room and into the kitchen in the space of three minutes. He then returned his to his room to retrieve 'some shit I forgot'. He then came back out with nothing changed. I was on my second cup of coffee, sipping it slowly. Tony glanced at the clock yet again, then screeched,
'Time to go!'
He proceeded to pick up his suitcase and shuffle around his house, trying to manuever around the crap cluttered about the place and get to the front door. I picked up my own and forged a path to the door. Tony followed, telling me off when something fell over. I just rolled my eyes and sighed.
We finally got into the car and were on our way to Jaime's. I had insisted on driving in case Tony - in his hyped-up state - got us stuck in a tree. I stopped at a set of lights and tapped my fingers on the wheel, waiting for the lights to become green again. Tony reached over and turned on the radio. "Cookie Jar" by Gym Class Heroes was on. We started rapping to it, and an old lady who was about to cross the road and froze, and was watching us. The light turned green and I slammed my foot on the pedal, possibly leaving black tyre marks on the road. We laughed about the old lady and I nearly slammed into our tour bus, parked outside of Jaime's house. I drove the car up Jaime's driveway, which by itself was a job and a half because Jaime and Vic's junk was scattered around the bus, and the bus was hanging over part of the driveway. As we got out of the car, we dragged our stuff out of the boot and left with the other's stuff. Tony tried looking at the watch on his wrist, but then remembered he didn't have one on. He blushed, embarrassed and I gave him a hug. We started walking towards Jaime's house, when a car pulled up beside us. The tinted window rolled down and a girl was inside. It was Emily.

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