Lyrical Lies

"Violet!"

It was Bob. The second I walked into the living room I was attacked. Bob ran to me and picked me up. Mikey stood behind him laughing.

Mikey. I needed to talk to him. Him or Gerard.

"Hi Bob. Hi Mikey," I said when Bob put me down.

"Mikey can I talk to you?"

"Sure," he said as I led him upstairs to my room.

"Hey," Bob pouted behind us, "What about me?"

Mikey stuck out his tongue in response.

***

"So, what's up?" asked Mikey as he sat down on my bed.

"I don't know what to do."

"About what?"

"About Frank," I said, "I mean, should I tell him about my synesthesia?"

Mikey looked at me for a minute before answering.

"Do you want to tell him?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation, "But what if things change Mikey?"

"You mean what if he doesn't want to be with you because of it?" he asked, pulling me into a hug.

I nodded.

"Do you know why it doesn't matter to me and Gerard?"

"No."

"It's because we love you," said Mikey.

"And I'm pretty sure Frank does too. We all love you and nothing is going to change that, Violet."