Jon Cozart's P.O.V.
My face is still red. I can't believe I just got caught checking Thomas out.
I turn to clean up what's left of the table. I hear Thomas start the water in the shower as I just ran a rag across the counter top. Wringing out the rag, I listen to Thomas singing softly but strong:
Hot dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
If I fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks 'till it breaks your glass and I drown in you again
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends
It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense
Don't speak as I try to leave 'cause we both know what we'll choose
If you pull and I push too deep then I'll fall right back to you
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?
Why are you my clarity?
Why are you my remedy?
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
I heard him finish his song, not even realizing I was standing with my ear inches from the door...or that I was singing along.
I blushed again and walked away.
Pull. It. Together.
I go back to the kitchen and start putting the dishes away. I let my mind wander once more.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear Jon calling my name.
"Jon?"
"Coming!" I throw down my dish towel and go to the door. Pressing my ear against the door I ask, " Yeah?"
"Umm," he replied, "There are no towels in here..."
Shit. I think. I remember washing them when I was cleaning the apartment, but I guess I am the pro procrastinator.
"Crap!" I say out loud, "I washed them and never put them back! I'll go grab you one!"
"It's okay," he says, giggling his signature laugh.
I dash around the house trying to find the clean towel basket. Once I did (it was in my closet...don't ask how it got there, I have no idea), I grabbed one and sprint back to the door.
"I'm back," I say. Suddenly I realized something. Thomas was going to have to open the door to get the towel...and he just took a shower...so that means...
Suddenly, I heard the doorknob turn and I see Thomas's face, neck and upper chest. His muscles rippled as his arm sticks out of the door. I take my time moving my hand, handing him the towel, smiling at him, letting the towel go, retracting my hand...
Thomas smiles and thanks me, and I see his freckles, the ones only seen when want to be.
I watch as he slowly shuts the door, closing my view of my recurring dream...Thomas naked.
(OKAY TUNE IT DOWN JON!!! Jeez! *Whew* Anywho, HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! THANKS FOR EVERYTHING YOU GUYS DO!! Thanks for reading! You know the drill;) BYEEEEE)
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Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)
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