I woke up with the worse headache in the world and I felt someone's arms wrapped around my waist and their head nuzzling into my neck, and as soon as I turned around I was met with a pair of familiar eyes. "John.. my head hurts.." I groaned. "Then maybe don't drink so much, sweetheart.." his voice was croaky and raspy.. damn.. "I think I'm dying.." mascara was under my eyes and I looked like a zombie, I felt like a zombie! I couldn't eat anything or else I would be sick. "John I should've stayed here with you.. ugh.." he chuckled. "Yeah, I tried to warn you but it was too late.." I turned back around and tried to fall asleep, ignoring the pounding in my head. Thank goodness it was a Saturday.
