Don T Overthink It Novels & Stories

"Look. Don't overthink it. You guys will figure it out." •

Thinking about this is really shaking me to the bones. No no, I can't think that way. Strange things happen all the time and this is just one of them. I won't make anything out of this. I should stop overthinking it. Yes...I won't think about it. ° ° ***

“Then that’s what I’m doing. Don’t overthink it.” “Says the King of Overthinking,” I muttered, but I was smiling.

I had always dreamt of starting my own restaurant, but now that I was at the first step of making it come true, I was already in an indecisive dilemma. “Stop overthinking.” Dante rolled his eyes and gave me a little pinch on my side. “Ouch!” I swatted his hand away and pouted. “What was that for?” “To bring you back to reality. You’re overthinking when you haven’t even begun.” “Sorry.” I apologised and pressed my lips into a thin line. I almost couldn’t help but overthink; it was a part of me I was trying to curb.

“Don’t overthink it.” That was suspicious. “Why would I overthink it?” “Because that’s what you do.” “Since when?” “Since you started dating my sister.” I rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see it. “Okay, that’s fair.” We were quiet again. Then Jackson said, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Yeah.” The call ended. I set my phone down on the desk slowly. And immediately my brain did the exact thing Jackson told me not to do. Overthink.

As if Liam could read my mind, out of nowhere he said to me. "Stop overthinking." He knew and I nodded my head slowly against the pillow, "And don't catch a feeling. It's only going to make things more complicated." Ugh. As if.

Richard had not sounded desperate or emotional, and that alone made everything he said more dangerous than he had been. “You’re thinking too much,” Dylan said without looking at me. I let out a quiet breath. “I don’t think there’s such a thing right now,” I replied. “There is,” he said. “When it leads nowhere.” “And you think this leads nowhere?” I asked. “I think overthinking slows decisions,” he replied. I turned my head slightly toward him, studying his profile. “And rushing them makes things better?” I asked. “I’m not rushing,” he said. “I’m deciding.”

I looked away briefly, pretending to focus on something else. “Don’t say things like that so casually,” I muttered. “Like what?” “Like it’s simple.” “It is simple.” “It’s not,” I said quickly. He didn’t push, didn’t argue, just watched me for a moment before saying, “You’re doing it again.” I looked back at him. “Doing what?” “Overthinking.” I stared at him for a second, then reached over and lightly pushed his arm. “Stop saying that.” He barely moved. “Make me.” I blinked. “Excuse me?”

It's not how things work in real life. Also, it's a great test to see if what we have would actually work out. If we stay together through this, we can stay together through anything. If we don't... I don't want to think about that, so I get my bum up and go to my room to get changed into clothes that are a nicer. Considering I've done all my school work for the next two weeks, I have nothing more to do and I don't want to be bored out of my mind because that would get me overthinking things. Overthinking is never good.

Out of fright, I fixed my eyes infront of me instead while you placed your chin at the top of my shoulder. No, please. I don't want to convince myself that what I am thinking is actually true. It can't be real. Your body was so close and was just next to me. I am holding the real you next to me. You are a real human. Yes, that's what I should be thinking. As you've said, I should not jump to any conclusions and must not overthink. It ain't healthy at all. It will only cause me stress instead. Fudge.