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

Chapter Twenty-Five

Thomas Sanders's POV

"Okay. I just need to do a test run."

Jon grabs his ukelele out of his case. He slowly picks at the strings, watching the tuner on the computer screen. I watch as he furrows his brow, concentrating on the strings. He bites his lip, and I feel myself wanting to be the one-

Stop.

"So how do you want it to start out?" I ask, trying to distract myself.

"I think..." he trails off, finishing the last string, "okay, I think I'll start it off with a few, like, upbeat chords like."

He plays a few chords that perfectly set up our lyrics.

"I like it!" I say, "Now, should we start singing or...?"

"Ummm...let me check this recording quick."

He turns to his computer and pulls up the recording window. He listens to the recording of his chords, messes with the controls a little, then smiles at me.

"We're all set!"

"Cool."

We sit there and record for two and a half hours. Taking turns listening to each other's voice, we correct pitches and adjust different chords.

"And....done! It's uploaded and ready to edit!" Jon grins and glance at me.

"You sounded wonderful."

A faint blush rises up Jon's neck and onto his ears.

"Thanks. But I could never sing as strong as you."

I look at him, "Baloney. Besides, I can't harmonize as well as you can. I had to fix my pitch a bajillion times!"

"Whatever," Jon mutters, looking to the floor.

I just realized it, but Jon was small. He was barely a man. Hardly any muscle, hardly anything to his arms. He was a frail boy.

And I felt the need to protect him...and that scared me. Because I'm dating someone. And It's not Jon.

"Man, I'm hungry. I can't believe it's already one!"

"Yeah, I'm hungry too," I say, trying not to look distracted.

"How about some mac and cheese?" he asks.

"Sure." Jon nods and asks, "If I go get a pot of water going will you pull up the editing software?"

"Yeah," Jon walks out of the room and I take a seat in front of his computer. I minimize the recording program and scan his desktop for the right software. I see one icon labeled 'THOMAS' and assume that's our recording. When I finally find what I'm looking for I pull it up and click open. I scroll down Jon's hard drive.

Jeez. He sure records a lot of content. There is tons of videos, dated as their title, and by the looks of it he records almost everyday. By about my sixteenth scroll, I find the file labeled 'THOMAS' and click on it. The it pops up, but it's not what I think. It's a video file.

I frown and look at the video. Jon sits in the exact chair I'm in and smiles slightly. His hair looks ruffled, and he looks somewhat frustrated. I hesitate over the play button. Glancing back I see Jon shut the door, and I don't think he'll hear it if I be careful.

I crank down the volume and press play.

"Thomas Sanders."

My heart flutters

"First off, hey. If you're watching this things must be going well."

I feel a pang of guilt in my chest.

"I can't believe it finally happened. I mean, I always get butterflies around you, so it's crazy that I finally did something about it."

Oh no.

"You see Thomas, you're just so...perfect. Beautiful. Handsome. And I could and probably can't handle it," he says, gesturing towards the camera.

"Everything about you is mesmerizing. Your chocolatey brown eyes, your hair that's just long enough for my fingers to get tangled in, your freckles that are only seen when want to be. Everything."

Oh no. oh no no no. I shouldn't be watching this. I know that. But I just can't remove my gaze from Jon's emerald green eyes.

"And," he lets out a breath of relief,, running his hand through his hair and messing it up even more.

"And I'm glad I finally got the guts to ask you," he looks right into the camera, "because Thomas I-"

I don't hear what he says. I slam the pause button, because the door just opened, and Jon is staring at the screen.

(FINALLY. I know that what you're all think right now. FINALLY SHE GOT SOMETHING UP. Trust me, I am thinking the exact same thing. This chapter was a long time coming. For a while, it was just that one quote in the beginning. I would just stare at it, and wonder where the heck can I take this. Because, I don't know about you, but I felt like it was dragging. I wanted something to happen! Your responses from the Q and A inspired me. So, when I was preparing myself to study Chemistry I realized. I gotta get something done. I did. It was a lot of work, but I did. So, tell me, was it worth the wait? Tell me what you think. Well, you know the drill {you still remember it right? Lol} BYEEEEEE!)