Too Much Is Never Enough: Chapter 1
~Kira P.O.V.~
"Joey! Joey Wake up!" I yelled as I shook him. We were on the beach and he passed out while we were wave watching. "Oh my God, Joey please wake up" He finally began to stir a little bit and that gave me a better sense of relief.
"Kira? What are you doing?" He sat up and held his head. I scooted behind him and pulled his head down in my lap.
"Lay down for a few seconds so the blood goes back to your head. You passed out randomly. Are you okay?" I asked as I held his cheek gently in my hands. He looked up at me like he just saw a ghost, his pupils were dilated and he was starting to breathe faster. "Calm down, take slow deep breaths Joey" I whispered into his ear.
"I had the worst dream Kira. I killed you then killed myself and I swear it felt so real." I watched him place his hand over his pocket and heard a small sigh of relief. I'm guessing he was checking to make sure his gun was still there. "I can't get over that. It's still fresh in my mind. I proposed to you then laid you down and you told me you loved and trusted me then I pulled the trigger." I dropped his gaze from me and looked down towards the ocean.
I just sat there as I tried to picture his dream. I just can't wrap my mind around a dream like that? Why would he dream about killing me then killing himself right after proposing? What did that mean?
"Are you afraid now Kira?" he asked breaking me from my thoughts.
"Of course not. Nothing about you makes me afraid. You're my protector if anything." I leaned forward and kissed his forehead softly.
"That makes me happy to hear. You wanna grab dinner then head home?" He finally sat up and slowly stood up. He held his head for a few seconds until he regained complete balance.
"Sure, lets go" I stood up and we started walking back towards the car. He gabbed my hand and flashed me a small smile that made me return the smile back.
The car ride was quiet but peaceful. I wanted to drive but he insisted he was fine enough to drive. We picked up McDonalds and headed for home.
~Joey P.O.V.~
We ate our dinner and I was feelin light headed so I just went upstairs and laid on the bed. I heard my phone going off.
"Kira can you see who that is?" I asked as I laid my head deep into my pillow
"It's some number, want me to answer or-"
"Yeah answer please" Most guys would be like 'Hell no, get the fuck away from my phone' but I ain't got nothing to hide. Shit I let her look through my phone and photos and shit. What I got to hide? Oh that's right, nothing.
"Okay I'll tell him" She said as she hung up and walked into my room.
She didn't say anything. She just walked right to the closet and started pulling out her shoes and working her way to pulling out her clothes.
'Kira, wh-"
"Who's Tasha, Joey?" She said with hurt in her voice.
"What the hell you mean, who's Tasha? Some ex of mine from like a year ago-"
"Why she calling saying you need to go with her to her baby appointment? Joey don't lie to me. I swear to God." She said through clenched teeth.
"I have no idea what you're talking about Kira. I haven't spoken to Tasha since the day I first met you. I swear, even ask Decari, he was there when I went to straighten her ass out that night. I got no reason to lie to you. I've never one lied to you about anything why would I start now?" I sat up and watched as she wiped away a tear that strayed away from her eyelash.