Come Out With Me

John groaned and glared at Mike. "Ow." He grumbled and sat up, yawning and stretching. "I don't wanna go to school...." He mumbled, still half asleep.

Mike chuckled. "Luckily, you don't have to," he said as he stood. "You do gotta get ready, though. We gotta go to the arena."

John groaned and sat up, glaring at Mike. "I don't wanna work." He mumbled, falling forward so his face was in the comforter, not at all wanting to get up and go to the show.

"I know. But we gotta, babe. Sorry," Mike said, patting his back, trying not to laugh.

"Only if you get me a cookie." John mumbled as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked like a mess and he was exhausted. He just wanted to sleep all year.

Mike chuckled. "Come on, John. We gotta be there in an hour and a half," he said, pulling the covers off of John.

John whimpered and got up. He took a shower before getting dressed and getting his gear together. When he finished, he laid on the bed, not wanting to walk or even open his eyes.

Mike chuckled at John. "Come on, lazy head," he said and pulled Johnny up off of the bed.

John groaned and followed sluggishly behind Mike. "I wanna sleep!" He whimpered, his head hung in exhaustion as he walked, leaning against Mike.

"I'm sorry," Mike said. He didn't wanna have to make John do this

John groaned."I'm just so tired..." He groaned, and fell to his knees and tumbling over their luggage. He laid on the floor, already drifting back to sleep. He didn't wanna be awake.

Mike growled in frustration. "John, seriously. This is ridiculous. Get your ass up right now," he said sternly, ready to smack John clear across the face.

John groaned and stood up on shaky legs. He did not want to be awake right now. But no matter how much he slept, he never felt awake. He could sleep for a week and it would be unsatisfying.

"Now walk," Mike ordered firmly. They needed to be at the arena and they needed to be there 20 minutes ago.

John stumbled a bit and walked. "I'm too tireeeddd..." He groaned. He was ready to pass out cold if he didn't sit down and sleep. He leaned on Mike and focused on moving his legs.

Mike was already irritated, and walking slow wouldn't help. "Go back to the room. I'll give Vince some stupid excuse," Mike said.

"Nooo, I an do it." John said, shaking his head and straightening up. He sluggishly kissed Mike's cheek. "'M sorry, babe." He mumbled.

"Go back to the room," Mike repeated, staring straight ahead.

John sighed and went back to the room. He felt guilty, but he was just so tired. He laid down on the bed, drifting back to sleep.

Mike went to the arena and took a lashing from Vince, but he didn't care. He went through the night, doing what he needed before heading back to the hotel, exhausted.

John was awake by the time Mike came back. He looked up, sighing softly. "Hey." He said, pulling Mike down on the bed to his chest. "I'm sorry I wasn't there tonight..." He sighed.

"Don't be," Mike said as he relaxed into John and closing his eyes. "It was fine. I did a promo that gave hint to our debut," he said.

John nodded, stroking Mike's hair. "Good good." He murmured, drifting off back to sleep as he spoke.

Mike smiled and relaxed into him, falling asleep as well.

The next morning, John was still dead asleep. They had a signing, and John knew he couldn't afford to miss anymore work. But he was exhausted... he snuggled into Mike, his arm around his waist as he snored softly.