Jon Cozart's POV
Troye hops into the passenger seat of my car, and I start to grill him.
"I want to know everything."
"What?"
"Tell me everything that happened with Thomas this past night."
Troye looks at me, then shakes his head.
"What?" I ask.
"You don't want to know."
"Actually I do," I counter.
Troye scowls and looks away.
"Troye, I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know. We need to figure out where he is right now, and everything helps."
Troye rubs the back of his neck, and slouches against the seat.
"He showed up with Tyde, and it all went downhill from there. He got drunk."
"I know that, Troye, I want to know everything else."
"He got drunk, then disappeared for an hour or two. He came back upstairs and freaked. He grabbed Tyde, but Tyde wasn't paying attention to him. Then Thomas took him to a bedroom and came out screaming."
"Troye?" I say quietly.
"Yeah?"
"You don't think...you don't think Tyde, you know..."
"No. God no. Tyde can be unstable, but I don't think he'd ever go that far. He loved Thomas."
"Then why the hell did Thomas come out screaming?"
Troye stares out the side of the window, then looks at me with the corner of his eye. "He was screaming for you."
It takes all my mental strength not to scream myself.
(Hey! Thanks for reading. Just a fyi, Thomas's POV are intentionally blank. Hope you enjoy! You know the drill;) Byeeeeee)
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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...
