Thomas Sanders's P.O.V.
"I think this is it."
"This building on the corner?" the cab driver asks.
"I think so," I say, "if not, you may be seeing me again soon!"
The cab driver laughs his big belly laugh, "Get outta here kid."
As I step out of the cab he hollers, "Good luck with your boy problems kid."
I sigh and look at my short-time friend, "They just can't keep there hands off me."
Jason laughs again,"You're too much. Tell Jon and Tyde I said hello!"
My breath catches at the mention at his name.
Tyde.
{Flashback to plane ride.}
"So, where are you off to Thomas? Visiting family?"
"Well," I smile, "I am going to see a friend from online-"
"Woah-woah. You are going to go and meet a guy you just met?"
I stay silent and give him a weird look.
"Hey, do I really look that intimidating?"
I have to give him credit, he looked innocent at first. But, once you really look into those hazel eyes of his, you can just see flickers of mischief. Also, his lips that always look on the verge of smiling makes him seem like he's hiding something.
"Besides," he continues, "for all you know this..."
"Guy," I finished.
"Yeah, this guy could very well be a 60-year-old woman that wants to lure you into her home and adopt you as her own and make you eggs every morning."
I suppress a laugh and ask, "Really?"
He shrugs, shifting in his seat.
"Well, Tyde, if that happens, which it won't, you'll get the satisfaction of being right."
"Actually I won't know. Unless..."
I wait for him to finish with my heart beating fast.
"...you give me your number."
I blush and grin, probably looking very sheepish.
"I promise I'm not a 60-year-old woman in disguise."
"Aww," I say acting disappointed, "you don't want to make me yours?"
"Well," he said, the mischief flickering in his eyes again, "if your offering..."
(HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!!!!!! I wish all of you happy holidays! Do you mind short chapters? I promise the next one will be longer since, well...you know, THEY ARE SOOOOOO CLOSE TO MEETING!!!!!!!! Anywho, remember to comment and vote. Bye!)
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Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)
Fanfiction:::"No Thomas! I'm done following you around like a lost puppy!" "Jon, you never-" "I'm done Tommy," his voice goes from angry to heartbroken, "I'm just done." "Jon? What are you..." "I said I'm done Thomas and I meant it." I hear him pick s...
