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

Chapter Thirty- Three

Part One:The Party

Thomas Sanders's POV

After our plans were made, we still had a couple of hours to spend. Tyde suggested pizza, and I obliged, even though I just had it the night before. Even so, it didn't taste the same.

We snuggled on the couch and watched Netflix. Turns out he watches 'Stranger Things' too. I want through my notifications and Tyde asked for my social media. Hesitantly, I gave it to him. He added me, his mind blown by how many followers I had.

"How did you get so many?" he had asked.

"Your guess would be as good as mine," I answered.

Tyde then grilled me about everything, my content, my6 friends, my accounts. Then, insisted we post a picture together.

"I don't know," I had said, "They might try to track you down or something."

"You have a whole bunch of pictures of your other friends! Why not me?"

After a few minutes of arguing, I allowed him to post one. It was one of us, sitting in his truck, holding hands. It immediately exploded, likes and comments. Within minutes, we had over 1,000 comments. They ranged everywhere from the usual haters ('What the fuck is your hair') to the nice, supportive ones ('CUTEEEEE<3'). Afew asked, 'What about Jon?', or #Sandart, but I immediately deleted those.

Now though, we are pulling into a huge mansion. It took almost an hour to get here, and twenty minutes were spent driving through the deep woods.

"Holy crap, this party is already in full swing!" Tyde shouts.

It's dark outside, but on the front lawn of this huge mansion you could never tell. The lights are blazing from the inside and out. There are people everywhere and I feel my anxiety kick in. Tyde pulls me to the front door. Tyde opens it, grabs my hand, and steps in. As soon as my foot touches the floor, I feel the vibrations from the music surge through me.

Tyde immediately goes for the bar counter, ordering two beers. He hands one to me and gestures me to follow him. Weaving through people, he shows me up the stairs, where a group of guys and a few girls group together.

"Tyde! My man! What up?" a shaggy haired guy calls out. He walks over and Tyde gives him a slap on the back.

"And who's this dashing young lad with you?" he asks, holding a hand out to me.

"This is Thomas," Tyde announces, not mentioning our relationship.

"Well, Thomas, welcome to the party of your life! Need anything? Just ask me or my man!"

"Okay," I say, "but what's your name?"

The boy laughs, "It's Jonah, but for all you know, it's Joe. This is my girl, Aubrey. Her twin, Antonio but," he whispers, "he likes to be called Tony. Then there is August, Iris, Dee, Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber over there-"

"Shut up!" the girl says, shoving Joe, "I'm Matalia and this is Troye."

"Hey, haven't I seen you before?" Troye asks.

"Uh," I reply.

Troye frowns, "I swear I've heard of you before..."

Tyde chirps, "You probably did because my man here is famous! Eight million followers!"

The guy named Dee laughs and ruffles Tyde's hair, "My boy hooked up with a celeb? Wow, man, you really did listen to me when I said aim higher!"

"We never really hooked up," I mumble, but no one heard me over the thunderous music and laughter.