Overkill // Joseph Quinn

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I felt my eyes becoming heavier and heavier with each breath I take. The warmth from being in Joseph's arms being one of the last things it'll take for me to fully fall into a deep sleep. I release a large breath in contentment and allow the sleepiness take over. Joseph starts mumbling something, but it's probably just him sleep talking. It soothes me even more.

"I feel you so much, Eden Sparks."

I hold my breath, completely awake now. I don't want to move and let him know I heard that, especially since I have no idea what it means. Maybe he is just sleep talking.

Nevermind.

He shifts lower into the bed to level his head with mine. He leans in more to get access of my forehead before pressing his lips to it. He remains there for several moments then pulls away. I try keeping my breathing steady but my heart is about to burst out of my chest. I force my eyes shut to fall asleep but I'm completely sobered up and hyper fixated.

He feels me? What could that even mean? Like physically feel me because he's laying right here or is it another way of saying he-

"We're here."

I stretch my body out as much as I could for being in this little space. I've got barely any sleep the whole way here and I doubt I'll get any soon. The Duffers and Shawn want to start filming as soon as everyone arrives and are ready. I'm excited to be back, honestly.

I'm just so damn tired.

Tired of thinking and tired of being tired of thinking. All of the above in every way possible.

Joseph has my mind wrapped around his finger and he doesn't even realize. Those 5 words he spoke to me just a few nights ago have rattled me to confusion. He hasn't made it seem like a big deal, so he could have been half asleep talking nonsense. If I just keep telling myself that maybe I'll finally chill out and focus.

All of our luggage is out of the trunk and we head to the hotel.

"Summer days in Georgia have to be a joke." Joseph whines as we finally enter the AC filled lobby. He sighs heavily in relief which makes me laugh, making him stick his tongue out at me. "The UK never gets this hot. L.A is plenty of heat for me, let alone this nonsense."

"It's the humidity that kicks your ass. Welcome to the hot south, ol' chap." He rolls his eyes playfully at the mock nickname.

We're staying at the same hotel in Rome to finish up some filming here. It won't be long until we start filming at a different location that I'm not sure of yet. There's still probably another 6-8 months of filming, which feels like forever away. I realize that the 4 months I've been here have already gone by so fast. I know life will only get more hectic from here and it electrifies me. I feel so much good energy surrounding everywhere in the present and future. I guess that's why I wrote a song about my future. It excites me and it's only beginning.

Our rooms are different than before but they still look the same. Joseph's room is way on the other side of the hallway, bummer. We dramatically part ways as my room came up first, acting like we'd never see each other again. We laugh at the end of our dramatic scene and I finally get into my room. It won't be long until we get picked up for dress rehearsal, so I have about 20 minutes to get myself situated and relax a little. I grab out my every day supplies and toiletries and put them where they need to be. At last, being able to lay down for a few more minutes until we get called down.

I reach over to the tiny nightstand and pick up my pen and notebook. I think back to my thoughts earlier with how much my life is going to go up from here. How everything feels like it's about to come to and end sooner than later, but it's only the beginning. I start doodling a little and write out little phrases about my roaming thoughts.