Thomas Sanders's POV
I breath deeply and check my reflection. My hair was completely wild from drying, my shirt was a little short, and when I lift my arms my stomach shows.
I have to tell him...I have to.
With one last breath, I step out of the bathroom. I put my bag back where it was originally. I go and sit on Jon's couch. I brush my fingers over the run-down couch and imagine Jon, snuggled in a blanket, taking a nap. His vanilla blonde hair falling to the side, his perfect jawline relaxed...
No. Stay focused.
I stay sitting when Jon enters the room, determined to tell him, when it hits me.
Jon Cozart likes me...but do I like him?
I watch as he walks into the room, a dazzling crooked smile on his face, his quirky attitude radiating from his every step. His long, boney body, with small hints of muscle peeking out with every movement...
Oh no, I think, I con't do. I can't tell him. It'd break his heart.
Or, my brain counters, his broken heart would destroy yours.
(Yikes Thomas....Hey hey hey! How are my marvelous homies today? You are looking wonderful today! I'd love to stay but my teacher is giving me a weird look. I better go. You know the drill!;) BYEEEEEEEEEE)
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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...
