{John 5} Who Does Your Heart Belong To? {John 5} *On Hold*

{John 5} Who Does Your Heart Belong To? {John 5} [11]

^John’s POV^

I woke up next to the blond and groaned. I sit up and rubbed my forehead. What had I done? All I felt was guilt and all I could see was Lizzie’s face. The girl woke up and touched my arm purring something in my ear. I just tried to shake her off. 

“Hey Diamond, go on downstairs Manson wants you,” Pogo said. She got up reluctantly.

“Thanks man,” I say gratefully.

“So,” Pogo said, “how are you feeling?”

“Like a guilt ridden train wreck.”

“Guilt?”

“I can still see her face and all I want to do is call her and apologize for last night.”

“Dude she’s the one that made the choice. You need some more booze.” He handed me a bottle of absinthe and grabbed a couple of shot glasses. I poured us shots and we downed them. I poured them again. I’m not sure how long we were going for but the bottle was empty. I threw it mumbling curses.

“Guys we gotta hit the road we have a plane to catch,” Twiggy said entering the room. I stumbled around the room grabbing my bags while Pogo stumbled down the hall. I stumbled down the stairs nearly falling as we piled into the limo taking us to the airport. Somehow I managed to get on board the plane and pass out in my seat. I must’ve slept through the whole flight because the next think I know I’m being shaken awake by a frustrated looking Pogo.

“Come on! We’ve landed and pretty much everyone else is off the plane!” Pogo whined. I get up and stumble my way off the plane. Manson looks at me slightly amused before telling Ginger and Pogo to take me to the car I won’t be much help. As soon as I hit the seat I pass out again.

“Man what are we going to do with him?” I hear Ginger say.

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll give him a pick me up when we get to the hotel,” Twiggy says.

“He may take a couple,” Pogo replied.

“He’ll be fine guys,” Manson said.

I try to sit up and manage to do so after a few minutes of reacquainting myself with my limbs.

“Well look who’s back from the dead!” Ginger said cheerfully.

“I’d say he’s still living dead,” Twiggy comment.

“Sorry, not used to that much absinthe at once,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll adjust,” Manson said.

“Yeah and in the mean time we’ve got some pick me ups,” Twiggy said.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Oh you’ll see when we get to the hotel,” Pogo said with a grin.

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it,” Twiggy said noticing my frown. “It can be a bit disorienting the first couple times but it’s well worth it.”

“As long as I’m gonna be ok for the show,” I said.

“Don’t worry it’ll be the best performance you ever had,” Pogo said confidently.

^Devine’s POV^

“Why is she moving it home?” He asked.

“Well her mom isn’t planning to attend since she’s going on a long second honeymoon and that only leaves my family here. We thought it would be cheaper for all of us to fly over there and then she can have all of her family and friends around her,” I replied nervously.