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

Chapter Thirteen

Thomas Sanders's P.O.V.

I compose myself after my decision and walk into Jon's apartment.

I look at him and he looks at me. He looks exactly as I remember him. Blonde hair, green eyes...

"What's this?" I say, stopping my train of thought.

He looks nervous as he says, "Pizza. Your favorite!"

I smile at him not exactly knowing what to do.

"Welcome to the Cozart Cave!" he suddenly blurts.

Oh yeah, that's why I liked him.

I laugh and say, "I'm honored!"

He shows me where to put my bags and, thankfully, we dig into the pizza.

Looking slightly uncomfortable, he starts our conversation, "I didn't know what kind of pizza to make, so I just made cheese."

For not making pizza very often, I think, Jon makes a wicked cheese pizza.

"Mmmm..." I say muffled, "cheese is a classic."

At first Jon seemed uncomfortable talking, but, after we got settled, he began to talk more and more. We discussed the usual stuff like social media and videos. Then all of a sudden Jon asked about the plane ride.

"So how was the plane ride?"

This caught me off guard. Do I tell him about Tyde? I swallow slowly, "Ummm...it was kinda, long and boring."

Wow Thomas, great description.

"You know," he started, "one time I took a flight to VidCon and I met this guy."

Oh no, don't tell me he's met Tyde! That would make this situation a whole lot harder...

"Yeah, he accidently mistook me as Tyler Oakley!"

Jon laughs that adorable laugh as I choke out a chuckle.

After pizza, Jon looks at the clock and says, "Jiminey Cricket!"

I choke back a giggle.

Only Jon would say that.

Well, my subconscious counters, Jon and you.

"Man it got late fast," I say.

"Yeah," he says, "so what do you wanna do?"

I pause, then decide to get out of this easy, "Do you think I could take a quick shower?"

"Of course! Go right ahead!"

"Thanks" I say as I grab my bag. I walk away when suddenly I remember that I forget a towel.

I turn around to ask when I see his eyes are drifted way too low to be looking at my face. I look at him and see his face is tomato red.

"Towels?" he asked. I hadn't even realized I asked.

"They are in the closet to the left."

"Okay," I say, smiling at him, "thanks."

I walk quickly to the shower and close the door behind me. I run a hand through my hair and think.

Jon Cozart likes me. It only just occurred to me.

Jon Cozart likes me. As I look back to all the times I talked to him, or texted him, he was hiding his feelings for me.

Now I have to tell him...

(Hey, hey, hi!!! How are you? HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! I would love to stay and chat but I am in the middle of class right now....the things I do for you people......;) Well, you know the drill! {Vote, comment, follow!} HAPPY HOLIDAYS and BYEEEEEE)