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

Chapter Twenty-Six

Jon Cozart's POV

Thomas and I record for about two and a half hours, and by then my voice starts to get sore.

"You sounded wonderful," Thomas states. The way he looked at me, like he was watching the sunset, made me feel flushed.

"Thanks, but I could never sing as high as you."

"Baloney. Beside," he counters, "I can't harmonize as well as you can. I had to fix my pitch a bajillion times!"

"Whatever," I mutter. I look up at him, and his face goes slack, and I can tell him he was in his own world. Here, sitting in my room, is Thomas Sanders. The man who has as many facial expressions, as he has voices, was sitting in my room at ease. (A/N: *cue Troye Sivan*)

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

Thomas jumps and replies, "Yeah, I'm hungry too."

Then, an idea pops into my head, "How about some mac and cheese?"

"Sure," he replied blankly.

"If I go get a pot of water going will you pull up the editing software," I ask, nodding towards my computer.

"Yeah," Thomas agrees, and I walk out, leaving him to his thoughts.

I gently close the door and walk over to the stove. Pulling out the pot, I fill it with water and put it on the hot stove. I'm about to walk back to my room when I hear something.

Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I,

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.

My coffee gets cold as I'm staring in throws

At the snow that keeps falling outside.

And traveling light is a curse and a blessing

For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.

So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain

And I'm writing your name on the clouds.

And see you in London or maybe in Paris.

Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.

And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice

And I will be on my way home.

And I dial long distance with frozen fingers

Double O 1 and familiar numbers

And you sound so strange

That I run out of change

How are you dear

Ya it is snowing here

Are you doing alright?

Are you lonely at night?

Oh la Venezia

Mi fa cosi bene

Esco ogni sera e vado a ballare

Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve

Non c'e' proprio niente che mi possa mancare

And traveling light is a curse and a blessing

For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.

So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain

And I'm writing your name on the clouds.

And see you in London or maybe in Paris.

Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.

And maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice

And I will be on my way home.

Maybe my song isn't happy enough but I,

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.

My coffee gets cold as I'm staring in throws

At the snow that keeps falling outside.

Maybe I'll see you again when it's snowing in Venice

And I will be on my way home"

At first I think it's my phone, but my phone's in my room. I frown and glance at Thomas's phone. I see a text message on the screen. I go to pick it up, then pause. I shouldn't read it. I know this. I know I shouldn't snoop into his personal stuff, but the name Tyde<3 makes me want to know more. I take a deep breath, and snatch Thomas's phone as if it will explode at any second. I turn it back on and click on the text:

Hey Thomas,

How is your trip so far? Did you tell Jon I said hi yet? So, are you open to come to my house soon? I know you're at Jon's right now but maybe later? Let me know! Love you forever and always!

Your BF,

Tyde Alexander

...what? I stare at the text, reading it over and over, but each time I read it I only had more and more questions.

Tell Jon I said hi?

Who is this Tyde?

'Love you forever and always?'

Your BF

BF?

As much as I wanted to think BF was a typo, I know this is too much to hope for.

At first, I feel embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. How couldn't I have noticed that Thomas was preoccupied? Suddenly I feel light headed, and I stumble into a kitchen chair. I shake my head and blink back tears. How could he do this to me? How could ne lead me on like this?

I wipe the tears from my face, suddenly angered.

How dare he do this to me? He knew I like him...right?

I stand up and kick back my chair. I am done playing games. I snatch the phone, and wipe my ever-flowing tears. I storm down the hallway and into my room. I open my mouth to speak, but my breath catches.

"...And I'm glad I finally got the guts to ask you, because Thomas I love you."

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