Buried Alive

Chapter Thirteen

"Psst. Sleepyhead, are you awake?" I woke up to someone poking my cheek. Zacky.

"I am now." I stretched and got up. Jimmy and Johnny were passed out on the floor.

"Here, I made you some coffee." Zacky handed me a mug of hot coffee.

"Thanks." I said as I took a sip. "Ah." I sighed and closed my eyes.

"No problem." Zacky said.

He kicked Jimmy on the floor with his foot.

"Yo, wake up."

Jimmy stirred.

"What? Oh." Jimmy rubbed his eyes and stretched. "Good morning."

Zacky poked Johnny.

"Hey Johnny-boy, wake up."

Johnny groaned and stretched.

"Ugh. It's too early." He complained. "What time is it?"

"It's 12 p.m. It's not early. I made coffee because I know you can't function without it." He said and handed Johnny a mug of freshly made coffee.

"Holy fuck you are my savior." Johnny said. "Thanks."

""No problemo Johnny-boy." Zacky said.

We all sat on the floor sipping on our coffee.

"We better wake them up." Johnny said referring to Matt and Brian.

"They're probably exhausted after fucking all night long." Jimmy laughed.

"They probably are." Zacky said.