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

Chapter Four

Jon Cozart's P.O.V.

I finished cleaning my apartment just in time for lunch. Stretching my neck, I took a walk around my apartment to see if I missed anything. The bathroom looked spotless, my room looked organized, and the living room/ dining room looked cozy. I smiled at my progress and started for the fridge, when I heard my phone play the familiar song:

"Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I,

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.
My coffee gets cold as I'm staring in throws
At the snow that keeps falling outside.

And traveling light is a curse and a blessing
For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.
So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain
And I'm writing your name on the clouds.
And see you in London or maybe in Paris.
Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.
And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice
And I will be on my way home.

And I dial long distance with frozen fingers
Double O 1 and familiar numbers
And you sound so strange
That I run out of change
How are you dear
Ya it is snowing here
Are you doing alright?
Are you lonely at night?

Oh la Venezia
Mi fa cosi bene
Esco ogni sera e vado a ballare
Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve
Non c'e' proprio niente che mi possa mancare

And traveling light is a curse and a blessing
For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.
So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain
And I'm writing your name on the clouds.
And see you in London or maybe in Paris.
Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.
And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice
And I will be on my way home.

Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I,
I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.
My coffee gets cold as I'm staring in throws
At the snow that keeps falling outside.

Maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice
And I will be on my way home"    

Just as the last note was held, I found it under my stacks of folded jeans. I snatched my phone and answered the incoming Skype.

"Hey Jon," said a familiar voice. I just about sprinted to the couch.

"Thomas, are you still there?"

"Of course!" I heard him answer, "How are you?"

I beamed, leave it to Thomas to be the gentlemen. It is one of the many charismatic qualities that makes my heart flutter. 

"Great now that my bestie is coming over!" I piped awkwardly. Bestie?   I thought.

"Yeah I'm excited too." Thomas replied grinning back at me.

"Yup," I answered.

Excitement sparked through me. He looked just as excited as I felt. Suddenly, I saw Thomas's eyes gaze into mine absent-mindedly, making my mind wander. Suddenly self-conscious, I diverted his his attention.

"So I was wondering, if we could discuss our video. I think we should incorporate our different styles of singing.

"Yeah, that's perfect! We can argue why ours is better and why the other one sucks."

Laughing at his choice of words, I said, "Storytime! You suck." I mimicked the way Thomas would say it. 

"My vines may only be six seconds long, but it's enough for your mom!" Thomas countered.

I couldn't hold it back any longer. His feeble attempt at a comeback was too much. I burst out laughing and was surprised when he did the same.

"I'm sorry. That was rude." he said, looking embarrassed, "I think I'm going to leave the lyrics to you. I am not that good at it." I could tell that he had tried and failed to do it.

Wanting to help him out, I replied, "Sure you can! Just think about it like this, imagine something you love. Then, express your feelings about it."

Like I do for you.

Thomas considered this, peering into my eyes again. Suddenly, his face split into an adorable, goofy grin, "Okay, I'll try that sometime."

My heart lept, had I just helped  Thomas? "You actually will?"

"Definitely."

I could feel an enormous smile crawl onto my own face as I answered, "great! Well, since your a beginner, I'll write the lyrics this time. But next time....."

"....I'll write it." Thomas finished.

We both smiled at the thought of next time.

Suddenly a ding from the background on his side interrupted our gaze. He turned away for a second, and came back smirking. 

"You ready to see me earlier?"

"What?" I asked.

"My flight has been moved up because of the weather. So instead of coming in about 22.5 hours, it'll be 10. Which means, I gotta go. My flight leaves in four hours and it takes two to get to the airport."

"Oh," I said, struggling to contain my excitement, "sure! No problem!"

"Great! Sorry to intrude."

I beamed, there's my gentlemen.

"Oh no! It's okay. Just more time to work and play!" I mentally cringed as I said this.

"Great! Well, I better get going. See you soon!"

"Bye!" I called out as he hung up.

As soon as I hit the end button it hit me...Thomas was coming. Thomas F. Sanders is coming to my house. I felt feverish. Then something else struck me. Where was Thomas going to sleep? Or what was he going to wear? I imagined him in his boxers. I involuntarily smiled, then blushed. Shaking my head, I got back to the task at hand.

Would Thomas want to sleep on the couch?

Nah, it's too old.

The floor?

God, no. He was my guest!

My bed?

I could feel my face reddening even more furiously. 

After much more thinking, I decided on letting him sleep in my room, while I sleep on my couch. Granted, he'll probably never let that happen, but I'll try.

I headed back to the fridge, my stomach growling in protest. I tugged on the handle, and opened the fridge to see...nothing. Absolutely nothing but a half-box of pizza, a can of coke, and a small jug of milk. I sigh and close the fridge. Grabbing my keys and phone, I headed towards the nearest Walmart.

(Once again, sorry for the bad ending. I have so much planned for this story. I am excited to share this story with my few but elite readers. Also, I'm sorry for the wait. Thanks for reading and let me hear from you!!!!!)

(P.S. does anyone know Thomas's middle name?)