Meant to be?

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3rd Person POV:

"Morning, Gogy." Alex chirped, happily ((like a duck)), today was going to be a good day. The sun was up, rising in its monotonous routine, and so was Q. He didn't care that today was going to be just like the rest, because it wasn't. It should be, but it isn't. Today is better because Alex said so.

George makes a groggy sound of conformation, no where near fully awake, but that's okay, because today is going to be a good day.

Alex made conversation with George while the latter ate breakfast, but, to be honest, it was rather one sided, with George mainly answering in grumbles or incoherent sounds.

About 10 minutes after George had finished eating, and was sitting with his head placed in his folded arms atop the table, Alex was still talking.

Karl POV:

After laying in bed for about twenty minutes, debating whether I was motivated to get up or not ((tbh, same)), which I inevitably decided I would have to do at one point or any other, and made my way downstairs.

Biggest mistake of the week.

"-so then, I was thinking, you know what? Today feels great and I'm feeling good and so today will be good as well. You know what I mean?"

Oh God, he's hyper.

He seems to be talking to George, who, might as well be asleep. Actually- I think he is.

"Please, stop, I just want to sleep." The pile of British boy mumbles, near incoherently, albeit.

"You can't go back to sleep!" Alex spits out, sounding almost offended. "Today is too good of a day for you to be sleeping though it!"

Did I miss something?

"What's happening today?" My voice flowing with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're making today sound like some masterpiece, and I just wanted to know what's so special about today."

"Oh." Alex seems to be contemplating my words, turning them over in his mind, as if to better understand the answer, himself. "I don't know."

"Oh, so today's just a good day?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose." Alex says, his statement sounding more like a question.

"I get that."

"You do?"

"Yeah, it's like... you can't help but smile, and things that would normally put you down, don't seem as bad."

"Y-yeah."

"I think we might be more alike than we thought."

Alex POV:

Yeah, maybe.