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

Chapter Forty

I stroll up to the door as casually as possible. Kicking past some empty beer boxes, I go to knock on the door. When no one answers, I huff and shove the door open. The place is a mess, far worse than my apartment has been. Bottles everywhere, scattered among the trash and abandoned shoes. A sudden shift of movement makes me jump, and I see Troye in the corner.

"So were you hired as a janitor, or did you actually attend this trash hole of a party?" I spit out.

Troye's head jerks up, and registers my face.

"Jon, what are you doing here?" he rushes over. Before I say anything he continues, "You know what, it doesn't matter, you have to leave."

He pushes my shoulders and tries to shove me back out the door.

"No!" I yell, "What the hell Troye?"

"Look, you need to get out. Now. I'm saving your ass, man!"

"So now you're saving my ass" so now I matter? What happened to that before, when you took Matalia and broke our friendship? Now you're looking out for me?

"Jon, you know we didn't mean to grow apart from you. It just got harder once Matalia and I started to date."

I know he's right, that I'm the one who drifted off, not wanting to be the third wheel. I'm glad he didn't bring that up, but I still find myself wanting to be bitter. I want to throw more at Troye, but honestly, he's always be the nice one. Good-hearted, sympathetic, never caught doing anything wrong. Honestly, I can't say much of anything against him.

Troye looks at me, pleading, "Please, Jon. It'll be a lot better if you leave."

"No. I'm not leaving, because you know what? Tyde's got some hell to pay!"

I brush past him and storm up the stairs.

"Tyde!" I shout, "Tyde I know you're here."

I grit my teeth and stomp my foot, a sound that echoes throughout the house. I scream for Tyde again, when a hand touches my shoulder and pulls me.

"Dude! Get out!" Troye pleads, "Thomas is looking for you go find him!"

I whip around, "What do you mean?"

"Look, just leave before Tyde kicks your ass."

"Tyde? What did he do to Thomas, and don't give me some bullshit story!"

"What are you talking about Tyde-"

"Don't play dumb Troye. I heard it! He called me! He was drunk! WHAT DID HE DO TO THOMAS?" I yell.

"He was..." Troye's eyes widen.

I shake my head, " I don't have time for this shit."

I throw open a door to my left, only to see two girls fast asleep in bed. Next, an office with a couple of people passed out on the floor. The last door on my left was a bathroom, and one tall and lanky man kneeling over a toilet. He wipes off his chin and stares directly at me.

"What the hell are you doing here? Haven't you done enough?"

I set my jaw and grabs Tyde by the collar of her shirt.

"Where is he?" I demand, "What did you do to him?"

"What are you talking about," Tyde slowly gets to his feets, balancing himself against the counter.

"Don't lie to me, I know you did something. Tell me now."
"He left me," Tyde falters, "He left me for you. Why isn't that good enough?"

"What do you mean?"

Tyde stumbles and pulls my arm.

"Jon we have to go."

I shake off Troye and keep my gaze on Tyde, "What are you talking about?"

"Jon I am serious we have to go!"

Tyde shakes his head and starts crying, "He chose you. He fucking hates me. All I did was love him and now he left and it's all your fault."

"Jon we have to fucking go! We need to go find Thomas!" Troye tugs me again, and I let him. I watch as Tyde falls to the ground, defeat weighing him down.

"He left Jon, he thought you were hurt and left. Thomas doesn't give a fuck about me," he pauses, then looks at me, "Why did you have to take him? Why can't I be happy for one goddamn second without it being taken away from me?"

Tyde clenches his hand and grits his teeth, trying to fight the flood of tears.

"Jon let's go. We need to track down Thomas! I don't know where he is, but Jon-" his voices catches and he slowly shakes his head.

"I'm sorry Jon," Troye says, "I really am, I don't know why I let him I-"

"You what?" I inject, "Troye what did you do?"

"I let him go. I let him drive. I knew he was trashed and I let him go GODDAMN IT!" he shouts, "Why do I have to fuck up?"

I frown and stare at Troye, then at Tyde, "No. Nononono."

"Why did you let him go?" Tyde accuses, approaching Troye, "You knew he was drunk. And you handed him the keys? What the hell were you thinking?"

Tyde stares threateningly at Troye, "For all we know he's dead! You killed him!"

He stumbles and catches himself on Troye. Tyde falls to his knees, "You knew I liked him. Yoou knew I cared for him. Why did you let him go?"

"Me?" Troye counters, backing away, "He wouldn't have gone anywhere if you wouldn't have threatened Jon!"

"Bullshit!" Tyde yells, shoving him back.

"You know what?" Troye screams, "I wasn't completely sober. If you didn't insist on getting wasted every fucking weekend, maybe things would be okay for once."

"Excuses," Tyde spits, "Fucking excuses. I thought you were the one who never got drunk. I thought you 'only got buzzed?' Certainly someone only a little buzzed could think straight!"

"I thought you weren't going to fuck up this time? I thought being with Thomas was going to be a step in the right direction? How come every time you finally land on your feet you gotta fuck up and let them slip through your goddamn fingers? I thought after everything you've been through with relationships you'd learn! In order to care for other people you have to give a shit about yourself!"

Tyde's face pales in shock, and he actually looks like he might faint. I stand there helplessly as Troye grumbles, "C'mon Jon, we gotta go."

This time, when Troye grabs my arm I don't resist. I just watch as Tyde falls in a heap of overbearing emotions, just as I had done only hours before.

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