Train wreck [ Joseph Morgan ]

~{7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN}~

🌜~{ Alice's .P.O.V. }~🌛

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Men! I HATE Them, especially Joseph... UGHHHHHHH!!! He's the king of mixed signals and I am the queen of getting my hopes up because of him.

I love him to the point where it hurts.

Whenever I see him talking to other girls, my stomach aches. And when my eyes meet his? Oh, my heart feels like it's about to rip out of my chest.

It's not healthy, I realized that, I know. It's almost like a disease, this love coursing through my veins. It's going to destroy me, I know it will. But somehow I think it could save me, too...

~{Time Skip - At the studio}~

Phoebe, Paul and I finally made it on set with time to spare. We got three cups of coffee from Starbucks and took a seat near the snack bar and watched Daniel, Charles and Danielle on set while Julie filmed them.

As I watched Daniel perform, I had to admit, watching him in this noble environment that he is in, he was miraculously talented in every stature and his composure on set was amazing! He truly was a talent in every way no wonder Joseph, Paul, Phoebe, Ian, Nina, Kat, Candice, Charles, Leah, Danielle, Nate and I were all intimidated by him; he was a FUCKING AMAZING ACTOR! (I bow down to thee)

After the filming was over and the cameras were all shut off, I decided to head to my dressing room and relax on my couch until it was my turn to play my role as the living queen of hell with Joseph - Ugh!

**Knock**

A knock was heard from my door.

'Oh god!' I sighed as I forced my lazy ass to get off the couch to open the dressing room door.

"I better see your face Phoebe when I open this fucking door." I huffed as I slowly opened the door. "Fuckkkkkkkk!" The word escaped my mouth by surprise as Joseph stood in front of my welcome mat.

"J-J-Joseph!!!!"

"Hello Alice." He spoke as he greeted me with a smile but clearly I was not in a peachy mood to see him.

"What are you d-doing here, Joseph?" I kept stuttering over my words. 'Get a grip Alice!'

"We need to talk, love." He declared as he let himself into my dressing room. What the Hell! Who gave him the right to enter this room well? Oh yeah, you...

"We have nothing to talk about." I cross my arms over my chest as I give him a straight death glare.

"I find that hard to believe, love." He smirked, clearly ignoring the threatening glare that I am giving him and clearly, he gives no fucks about it. "You and I both know there is something we both need to get off both of our chests."