Max pov.
Morning
I wake up groaning to music blasting the walls. Fantastic way to wake up, note the sarcasm. I thought I was gonna get a good sleep, wake up late, and make lunch. But Miles had other plans. That piece of gum, for lack of a better word, better fix his attitude right now. Today my temper is on a short leash. I may be a passive person, but even I have my limit and today is not the day to test that. It's a Saturday, I need to sleep. Instead he is blowing our walls with his freaking music so early in the morning. I looked at the clock beside my bed and saw the ungodly hour I was forced to wake up on this day. It's seven am. To darn early. Shouldn't he have a headache?
He was wasted yesterday from the party, I had to cut short his fun. That may be the reason he is ang
