Jon Cozart's POV
The Lorax just finished when Thomas walked out to answer a phone call. Sighing, I grab our empty cups, put them in the sink, and go get dressed.
As I slip on a t-shirt, I plop into my chair. I start my computer and turn on my camera.
"Hey," I start, "Jon here. Today is December 11th, 2016, and the second day of Thomas's visit. So far, so good."
I keep talking about last night, this morning, and the days to come. What we're going to do, and what we did. This goes on for about twenty minutes, until I hear Thomas open the bathroom door.
"Gotta go!" I whisper, "Bye."
I shut off the camera, close my computer, and walk into the living room. I see Thomas on the couch again, and he seemed...different. As if a light turned on in him that wasn't there before.
"Who was that?" I ask politely.
"T-" he starts, then catches himself.
"Who?" I ask again.
"Just my mom," he replies, "wanted to see how I was doing."
"I see."
"Yeah," he trails off, "So, what's on the agenda today?"
"Well, if you want, we could do the voice over today," I suggest.
"Sure! Sounds like fun."
"Perfect," I reply enthusiastically, "I'm gonna go set up my equipment."
"Do you want help?" he asks.
"Sure."
It takes us 15 minutes to sort through my tangled wires and cords. It takes 10 more minutes to hook everything up, (A/N: Get your mind out of the gutter, lol) and set up the mics.
"Okay," I start, "I just need to do a test run."
I reach for the case on my desk, and set it on my lap. Flipping it open, I grab my pic and start to tune my ukulele.
(Weird ending, I know. Sorry if I get some terminology wrong. So, what do you think? Let me know! Also, go check out some of my other stories, like my Random Prompt one and my new Imagine Me Darker story. I know I can count on you guys for feedback, and I would love some! Well, you know the drill! BYEEEE)
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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...
