Jon Cozart's POV
At the next deserted stop sign I hear a familiar ding. I stop, pull out my phone, and check my messages. Troye texted me back, as I knew he would.
Yeah I know where he is. We're over at Jonah's. He's a wreck, and so am I. I suggest you don't come over.
I mentally groan. I hate Jonah, and we have never been able to get along. He's constantly getting drunk, getting in trouble, and if Tyde went over there...
I shake my head and refocus on the road, thankful that Jonah's house isn't far from here.
Focus is suddenly effortless. My mind is absolutely clear, with a set plan and goal. I know exactly what I am aiming for.
I'm aiming to save Thomas from an inconsiderate boyfriend.
(Heyyyyy! Thanks for reading. This story is now picking up, in fact there is another update coming only seconds after this. This story is always fun to write, partially because of all the feedback I get. So thanks again. You know the drill! Byeeeeeee!)
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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...
