Brendon’s POV

“Ow, fuck”, Brendon mumbled, as he clutched his head. He had tumbled not so graciously to the floor thanks to the obnoxious noises being emitted by his alarm clock. His eye sight was still foggy from the rude awakening, and the boy sat on the floor in a sleepy stupor before registering the time on the clock.

7:10 am.

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