Overkill // Joseph Quinn

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London, Day 3

Part 1

Everything has been perfect. Joseph always finds something new to do and it's always exciting, which doesn't surprise me. London has been an absolute dream.

Today is the 15th, which means Thanksgiving is coming up within the next week. It's definitely going to collide with our time here so I'm not sure how he's wanting to deal with that. I'm just trying to let things flow with every day that we are here. Who knows the next time I'll be in a different country like this.

"What do you want to do today?" Joseph asks in a groggy morning voice.

I hum in pleasure of getting to hear it everyday for the next couple of weeks. I've grown to learn his nightly and morning habits and routine. It's made me copy him completely.

At night, he showers and does a quick skin care routine. He admitted that he didn't do any skin care until he started on Stranger Things. I also helped recommend a few things that would help him out. In the morning, he makes us both coffee and orders breakfast for the both of us. I'm going to try and wake up before him tomorrow though. It feels nice to wake up at the same time everyday and know that we have full control of what we do.

"Are there any places for hiking?" I bring the blanket up to my face and snuggle into it, appreciating the warmth.

He slowly brings it back down and pulls me closer to him, his body heat giving more warmth than the blanket. I smile into his chest and forget that I asked a question for a moment. We both just take this in.

"There's a few places. It's quite cold though." He admits.

I stretch my body out and decide to finally get up for the day. He's right, it's pretty cold for a hiking day. I need fuel in order to get my brain going.

Once I get out of bed completely, I hear a small gasp come from Joseph. I whip my entire body around and start looking all over the room, trying to figure out what scared him.

"Your pants." Is all he says. I look down and notice there's no tears or blemishes, he starts to laugh.

"Remember how I reacted to your favorite color?"

"It's like a dark green, almost brownish." I respond and notice Joseph looks incredibly disgusted. I raise an eyebrow in his direction wanting an explanation. "Is that a bad color to you, Mr. Quinn?"

"That's just a weird one. It's not pretty like your other favorite colors. I expected more from you." He teases and I roll my eyes.

I look down at my silky pants that are my favorite color. After recollecting the memory, I start to laugh.

"I forgot about that. Why didn't you say anything last night if you're so disgusted by it?" I joke, heading toward the small coffee pot that finished brewing.

"I was too tired to notice." He shrugs, motioning for me to pour him a cup.

I bring both of our coffees to the bed and get back under the covers. I look out the wide open window and admire the city around us. Being here so far has made me forget about my everyday life back at home.

"Shit." I whisper to myself at the thought.

I put my cup onto the nightstand and replace it with my phone. I've had it on silent for the last two days, probably not the best idea now that I'm thinking about it.

Missed calls, messages, emails, anything you could possibly think of. I check my emails first but none of it being important. My messages are next where Drew has completely blown me up, same with the phone calls. I go straight to his caller ID and hit call without reading any of the messages. Panic sets in as the rings begin.