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Alexis is heartbroken, insecure, and unstable. Karl is anxious, caring, and indecisive. Sapnap is stubborn, upbeat, and overprotective. How could they possibly work? Will they work? How many more secr...
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——— 3rd Person POV
"Hey Alex?" George asks, and the man in question jumps at the sudden noise, because neither of them had said anything in probably the past half hour.
"Yeah?" Alex responds, post-recovery.
"I saw how much you loved that song, Demons, when we were driving here, and I was wondering if you wanted to hear a song I found." And George sounds so cheerful, Alex isn't sure he could find it in himself to turn his friend down, even if he wanted to.
"Uh- sure."
"Okay, it's called Pompeii."
"Like--as in the whole 'volcano pummels entire town into oblivion' thing?"
"Yeah, it'll make more sense when you hear it, I think." George says, not at all providing any clarity to the many questions Alex now has. And the brit doesn't wait for any sort of acknowledgment, and with that he presses a finger to a play button near the bottom of his screen.
Alex stares at George for a minute, wondering if he is serious, because this is so repetitive, and eventually reaches over and grabs George's phone, pausing the song. "Just wondering, is this the entire so-"
"Shh!" George interrupts, unpausing the song.
"Okay, geez." Alex huffs out indignantly with a small and playful smile.
Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh Eh-eh-oh, eh-oh
And for a minute, Alex is starting to think this actually might be the entirety of the song, or that any minute there will be some sort of 'volcano spontaneously combusting and destroying a city' sound effect. But just then, the lyrics begin.
I was left to my own devices Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love-
The song pauses again as Karl walks into the room, and Alex raises an eyebrow at George, telling him to keep it going. Karl sits down next to them on the floor by the couch and listens along as the music continues.
Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like you've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How does he manage to do this? The one song he picks, the one song he turns the volume up on on the radio. It's somehow... perfect.
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices In your pose as the dust settled around us
And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like you've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Karl seems to be enjoying the song as well, which brings joy to Alex. And he doesn't know why, but it does. And he has the ever-so-sudden urge to get Sapnap, to have everyone sit in peace, listening to songs of George's choice.
Oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? Oh, oh, where do we begin? The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes Does it almost feel like you've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? If you close your eyes Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
