My Past Is Complicated

“So does Trixie have to go bury a body or does she get to stay at home?” Trixie asked me as I laid on her bed, tossing a soccer ball up and down in the air. I rolled my head to look at her as I let the ball bounce on the ground. Fuchsia stopped it with her foot before it rolled away.

“No he’s not dead. Wish he was but I don’t have the energy to kill him and Aqua,” I grumbled. “Glad I never had sex with him.”

“Me too,” Fuchsia admitted as she picked up a rubiks cube and started playing with it. That girl was insanely good at solving them. Me and Trixie specifically bought her complex ones and she gets them done. “I don’t even know why you dated him. He did have reputation to be a womanizer, Lav.”

“I don’t know!” I threw my hands up in frustration. “I thought I could change him given time. Plus he was nice to me.”

“He was nice to you because he wanted to get you to drop your dress,” Trixie grumbled. Fuchsia glared at her.

“Trixie!”

“What? It’s true! Trixie could tell he was no good. She just didn’t want to hurt Lavenders feelings.”

“Thanks Trixie. I appreciate it. In a way, I knew he was only nice to me because of that. I guess I was stupid,” I mumbled. Trixie rolled her eyes and wrapped an arm around me in a hug. I quickly leaned into it with a content sigh.

“None of Trixie’s friends are stupid. Her friends are very smart people and she is glad to know them. You aren’t to blame. He is to blame because he was manipulative and annoying,” Trixie proclaimed. “You’re not infallible after all.”

“Big word for you,” I smirked. Trixie rolled her eyes and gave me a gentle push.

“Shush. Trixie is glad you are joking again.” The three of us had a unique way of talking to each other. Mine was making jokes about each of us, even me. Of course I knew to not cross a line. Fuchsia’s way was just being quiet and listening while Trixie’s was to get angry and try to punch her way through whatever was bothering us or her.

“I just don’t know what to do. I’ve already blocked him and her on everything. I’ve already changed my relationship status to single. You girls got any advice?” I looked at them hopefully. The two looked surprised at my request. While Trixie was technically our leader in a way, I was the one who helped make a decent amount of decisions in the group. I also was the one who tried to solve her problems herself. But if Trixie and Sunset could change, so could I.

“Honestly yes,” Trixie admitted as she pulled out her phone.

“Uh what are you doing?” I asked curiously. Trixie winked at me as she held the phone to her ear.

“Calling Lyra.”

I sat in the music room in the basement of Lyra’s house. We all three stared in surprise at the immense amount of instruments in the room. Ranging all the way from the piano Lyra and Bon Bon had used in the battle of the bands before we had defeated them to a harp to a bright red guitar on the wall. Octavia sat in a corner with a violin she was idly playing. Even when she wasn’t trying, she did pretty good at it. Bon Bon was sitting at the piano as she pressed a few keys with a smile. Lyra stepped into the room with a frown, Vinyl right behind her.

“Hey guys. So I heard about your predicament,” Lyra continued frowning as she pulled a chair next to us. “Firstly, I wanna say sorry. That’s a shitty situation to be in. I know what it’s like to be cheated on.”

“What do you-?” Fuchsia started before she nodded. “Cherry Crash.”

“Cherry Crash,” Lyra agreed as a look of rare anger crossed her face. It was rare for the girl to get angry. Mad yes, angry no. “And I got the perfect solution to help you.”

“What’s that?” I asked eagerly. I was desperate at this point.

“We write a song and you sing it. If you’re comfortable enough, we upload it to YouTube,” Lyra answered, her frown becoming a smile.

“What?” I asked in confusion. “That’s it?”

“Music is a great way to express your feelings,” Lyra explained as she stood up and walked to the guitar. She handed it to Trixie who stared at it.

“Who’s guitar is this?” Trixie asked curiously.

“Mine,” Lyra said simply as she sat down next to Octavia, picking up a pen and paper.

“You can play the guitar?” I asked in awe. I had a whole newfound respect for her that keeps getting added to every day.

“Well duh. I’m a musician,” Lyra said smugly. “I can play more than one instrument. I can play the lyre, piano, the harp, the violin, flute and guitar. Octavia can play the cello, harp, lyre, violin and trumpet. Vinyl can play the guitar and keyboard. Bon Bon plays the flute as well the piano. Derpy plays the drums and harmonica sometimes for fun.”

“Most of us can play more than one instrument. Lyra knows a bit more than us because of her family’s music background and her parents band. I only took the classes my mother demanded I take,” Octavia chimed in. She set down her violin gently in it’s case and closed it.

“That’s super impressive,” Fuchsia admitted with a smile. “Wish we could play more. All me and Lav know is the sampler and guitars. Trixie knows the guitar and drums.”

“I-I don’t sing!” I finally exclaimed nervously. They glanced over at me in confusion.

“Uh we heard you and Fuchsia doing back up vocals for Trixie’s band,” Lyra pointed out. “You have a good singing voice.”

“Yeah!” Bon Bon chimed in. “You can sing very well.”

“So are you in?” Lyra asked me eagerly as they all looked at me hopefully. I took a deep breath.

“Yeah sure.”