Thomas Sanders's POV
"Thanks for picking me up on such short notice."
"No problem babe," Tyde replies, showing me into his house.
After the kiss in the car, we held hands and talked about anything and everything. Cars...social media...the stars...
"Can I ask you why you were walking around in town with your bag?" Tyde asks, "Weren't you just at Jon's?"
I bite my lip, trying to keep down all the pain and regret that involves...him. I want to tell Tyde, but I'm scared he'll get the wrong idea.
"He, I-I was only staying there for a little bit..."
Tyd puts down his keys, then turns towards me. He takes my bag from me, and sets it on the ground.
"Thomas," he says, tipping my chin up, "you can tell me anything."
I shake my head and mumble, "We fought."
Tyde wipes my tears, then folds me into his arms. He rubs my back as I cry into his shirt.
"I-I'm sorry," I apologize, straightening up.
"It's okay, it's okay," he kisses my forehead.
"Hey, hows about this," Tyde says, after I calmed down a bit, "I heard there's a party, at a friend of mine's tonight. We can go, forget about Jon, and have a good time."
A warning flashes through my mind. Parties are a big no-no for people like me. I am a thespian, an anti-social drama geek. I do not do well at parties, or social events in general. Too many people, too many drunks, too much alcohol. That's another thing. I'm not a drinker. After one drink I'm usually sick to my stomach. I'd rather sit inside, watch Disney movies, Netflix and chill. Not go out and get drunk.
"I don't know Tyde," I doubt, "I'm not all that socially inclined."
Tyde kisses the bridge of my nose, "You could've fooled me."
I squirm in his arms, uncomfortable with this idea.
"Please," Tyde whispers in my ear, his voice deep and soothing, "for me?"
Something inside me melts. Maybe I should go. I always tell myself I should try something new, and this is a golden opportunity.
"Okay," I agree, and push the nagging thoughts to the back of my mind.
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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...
