Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Jon Cozart's P.O.V.

I read Thomas's text back and start to think,"I like it! We should sing back in forth on how ours is better then the others. Of course, we have to incorporate your very manly ukulele! Also, this weekend would be perfect! I'm sure I could get a flight over there, but I might need a ride back...would that work? This video is going to be awesome! - Thomas"

Excitement bolted through me. Finally. An excuse to have Thomas over. Ever since I heard of him and met him there was something there, something I liked. I couldn't explain it. I mean he's my best friend and I'm his, and I'm lucky to have the Thomas Sanders as one of my best friends, but sometimes I wanted it to be something more. The problem was I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. I don't even know if he feels the same.

I decided to text back promptly, "That's a good idea. I could give you a ride home, but it might take awhile. Can't wait to see this weekend! It's been so long. I have been missing my Bf! - Jon"

I hit send. I start to open the door to my bedroom when something hit me. Did I just say Bf? Panicked, I open up my phone and blushed furiously at what I sent. 'I have been missing my bf'?? I sent that!? I hastily sent "I meant Bff... Stupid autocorrect. See ya! -Jon"

I mentally face palm myself as I open the door to the kitchen and grab my cereal box, bowl, and spoon. I fill up my bowl to the brink with Lucky Charms. Pouring a little milk in my bowl, I grab my laptop and plug it into my actual computer. I clicked download, and it started to download my recent content to my computer for safekeeping. Starting a year ago, I started to video documentaries on what's been happening in life. Of course, I haven't ever put these on my YouTube channel, but, I saved them to my computer's drive, watching them for fun. You're probably wondering if I have ever talked about Thomas, and yes, I have. Mostly, it's a casual mention about times we've spent together. Just recently though, I have realised I may have feeling for him. Confused on my feelings, I talked about him, and made fun of the subject, like I do for so many things I don't understand.

I glanced at my screen and see that it will take almost a half an hour to completely download it. I guess I should have known, considering that I talked about Thomas coming over and my feelings. Also, I talked about my nerves about the video, and how I tuned my ukulele. I know it sounds boring, but actually is quite fun to talk about my life. Whenever I do it, one subject always leads to another.

I slurp down the rest of my cereal and head back to the kitchen to put my bowl and do the dishes. You'd think that, living alone in my own apartment, that there'd be barely any dishes, but they defiantly build up. I start to softly sing a song I just recently heard after a long time.

Hot dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
If I fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks 'till it breaks your glass and I drown in you again

'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends
It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense
Don't speak as I try to leave 'cause we both know what we'll choose
If you pull and I push too deep then I'll fall right back to you

'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

Just as I finish the song, I finish my dishes, putting the last bowl away in the little cupboard space I have. I go back to my room change into an old T-shirt and jeans. Then, I go into my room, and look at my screen. It's only been 15 minutes. Sighing, I pull out my old FM radio and tune it to a station to start cleaning my apartment. I stand up and think where to start?'

(I know, the beginning is kinda boring, forgive me. I promise, I have big plans for this story. I can't wait for it to get underway! Also, please comment, I would love to hear your suggestions and comments, but please, if you have some criticism, make it constructive. Again, thanks for reading!!!!!! See ya!☺)