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

Chapter Seven

Thomas Sanders's P.O.V.

"Hello this is your captain speaking..."

I settle into my seat just as the captain started to speak. I have been on a plane so many times, I could almost mimic exactly what he was going to say.

As I situate myself in my window seat, and pull out my phone. I text Jon:

"Hello!!! On my plane heading to your house! The countdown is down to five hours! Have you worked on the song at all? Do you need any help yet? Just shoot me a text! Bye!!!!!!!"

I am so excited to see Jon. It's been so long. I just know our song is going to be a hit.

I grab my backpack and dig into the pockets for my headphones. As I rummage around, I try to recall where I put them. I sigh when I realize I left them in my suitcase...that wasn't with me at the moment. This may be a long plane ride after all.

This always happens to me. I laugh, I should make a vine about losing headphones.

I am already thinking of the layout when he  comes over.

"Looking for these?" he asked, smirking. He held out my exact pair of headphones I own.

"Um, yeah," I answer, "where'd you get them?"

The boy looked at me, eyes crinkled into a grin, "I have my resources..."

I frown at him, confusion clearly displaying on my face. 

"Just kidding, they were on the ground," he laughs again.

I chuckle and grab the headphones from him. I close my backpack and put it away. I was just about to pull out my phone again when I realize he sat down in the seat directly next to me ...and was staring at me.

"Do I know you? I mean, I should remember a handsome face like that..."

I feel my face start to heat up as I state my name, "I'm Thomas."

"Thomas..." he says, prompting me.

"Sanders. Thomas Sanders."

"Hmmm...." he says, making it look like he was trying to remember something, "Thomas Sanders, aye? Hmmm. I don't know any Thomas Sanders, but I should would love to get to know you!"

I blush again and glance at this stick of a man. He was tall and skinny, with bright green eyes. His hair was too curly to be straight, and too straight to be called curly.

It was just right.

"Ummm, might I ask what your name is?" I venture out. 

"Tyde," he said proudly, "Tyde Alexander."

"Well, Tyde," I say, giving him a polite smile, "The plane is going to take off soon so you might wanna-"

"Actually, my dear Thomas, my seat is right here."

Flushed, I give him a apologetic grin, "I'm sorry."

"Oh, no worries, Thomas my friend, I know you meant well."

I look at him again and think, this may be a fun plane ride after all.

( Ooooooooo...Thomas may have another love interest!!!!! Do you like the little plot twist? Comment and let me know! Well, remember to comment and vote!!! BYEEEEE)