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

Chapter Three

Thomas Sanders's P.O.V.

I started to pack the minute I got back from the donut shop. In between bites of my long jon(There is no good way to put long jo(h)n without getting dirty jokes........don't you agree?), I got out my suitcase. I kept it in my closet since, being a popular Viner, I tend to travel a lot. So, packing almost felt like part of my daily routine. Almost.

I heard a ding coming from my phone. I grab it and it dings again. Frowning, I grab my phone, curiosity coursing through me. I see that it's Jon:

"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 smile and start to text him back when I realised something. With my smile melting away, my eyebrows furrows together. Did he just call me his Bf? Confused, I read his second message, explaining his mistake. I chuckle as I read that it was autocorrect fault. Isn't it always 'stupid autocorrect'? Suddenly I thought of something. What if it wasn't a mistake. I mean, what if he meant to send it, thinking I might get the hint that he likes me? A new feeling I've rarely felt jolts through me. The possibility that what I thought was true excited me. Then I realised what I said. Jon Cozart, the Jon Cozart, liking me? I shake the thought from my head. I don't even know if he's into, you know, guys.

Shaking the thought from my head, I answer a quick reply confirming our plans this weekend. I finish packing and zip up the bag. With my suitcase dragging behind me, I go downstairs, ready to pass the day away.

I exhale as I sit on the couch. Finally, a chance to sit. I glance at my clock, 11:26. That means it's ( I am very bad at time differences so just go with it. Thx!). Bored, I decided to Skype him. Clicking on his name, all I can hear is the ring of the Skype. After about 30 seconds, I hear the melodious voice of Jon Cozart. The screen is blurry, as if Jon was moving.

"Hey Jon?"

After a couple of muffled seconds I hear his voice answer, "Hello? Thomas? You still there?"

"Yeah! How are you?" I question politely.

"Great, now I know my best bud is coming over!"

"Yeah, I'm so excited."

"Yup."

There was an awkward silence between us. I so badly wanted to ask him about the text he sent me. But, if i did ask, would he even reply truthfully? I mentally shake my head. This is my best friend I'm talking about. Of course he would tell me the truth.

My mind was made up, but just as I was about to ask, Jon butted in;

"So I was wondering if I could discuss the video we are going to make...I think that we should incorporate our different styles of singing."

The thought of singing a duet pushed the question right from my mind.

"Yes! That's perfect! We can argue why ours is better, and how the other one sucks!"

Jon chuckles and replies, "Storytime! You suck!"

Grinning, I say back, "my vines may only be six seconds long, but its enough for your mom!"

Both unable to hold it down, we burst out laughing.

"Yeah, I'm gonna leave the lyrics to you." I say, "I can't write a song to save my life!"

"Sure you can! Just think about the things you love, and express your feelings about them."

I could see that he has thought about that a lot. Even if all his songs were made to make you laugh, you can tell he takes them all seriously.

"Okay, maybe I'll try it sometime." I saw his eyes light up knowing he helped me.

"You will?"

"Definitely."

His face split into a smile. "Great. Well since you're a beginner, I'll write the lyrics this time but next time..."

"...I'll write it."

We both grinned at the thought of a next time.

( Sorry, I'm bad at ending chapters. Once again, thanks for reading! Don't be a stranger, comment! Until next time, peace out!!!☺)