Listening to music

V'z whfg zrffvat jvgu lbh thlf

Dusting off your saaaaaaaaaaaaaaviooor, well, you were always my faaaaaaavorite

Always my maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, all in a haaaaaand

2B turned to look at your phone, where the music was coming from.

"You know them?" you asked.

"Kiedis."

You nodded.

It was Friday afternoon and you weren't planning on doing homework. Normally, you would be masturbating by this time.

You were both half lying on the bed, feet touching the floor and eyes on the ceiling. Your hands on your belly; 2B's, behind her head.

You spent most of the afternoon in silence, resting from each other. Both were getting your strength back for the night. When it got dark, you played some music.

At first, she was in her pod, but you promised her that you both could listen to music without you making sexual innuendos. It was then that she lay down next to you. She kept, as usual, her distance.

You listened to some Strauss and Nujabes, but no song held her attention as much as the one that was playing now.

She sang:

“Just like you cause you maaaade me all that I aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall in a haaaand”

She moved her head and legs to the rhythm. Kiedis and 2B's voices complemented each other quite well.

“A butterfly that flaps its wings affecting almost everything

The more I hear the orchestra, the more I have something to bring

And now I see you in a beautiful and different light

He's just a man and any damage done will be all right

Caaaaaaaaaaaaall out my naaaaaaameeeeeeeeeee

Caaaaaaaaaaall and I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaame”

"How can you be so cute?" you asked, "You're going to kill me someday with an overdose of cuteness."

"Then I'll sing more often, maybe I'll get lucky."

"Yes, please. It will be a sweet ****." You lowered the song a bit. "So, you like the Chili Peppers?"

From your tone of voice, it was noticeable that you were struggling to make small talk.

"I love them. When I was younger I listened to them every day."

You let it pass, just this once, that she was talking about herself as Meany.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"Not very much. I mean, they have the occasional good song, but I don't think they're that great either. I believe they're overrated, actually."

"What, why?"

"Their albums have a lot of filler songs. Their lyrics get very repetitive, and it gets to a point where a lot of their songs sound the same."

"W-what?"

"They're uncomfortable truths, but truths nonetheless."

The awkwardness between you two was also completely true.

2b sat on the bed, looking down at you.

Welp, there goes all my progress, you thought.

"The Chili Peppers aren't overrated, you dumb fuck." She said, "They have their rightful place in music history."

"Hm?"

"They've been very influential, innovated in many genres, and their music has helped many in hard times, including me."

"D-dear?"

"So don't give me your elitist bullshit."

Wow, holy shit, you thought.

"And who are you, critic or something?"

"Actually, I'm your wife. You've been in a coma for several years. This is the only way I have to communicate with you."

"..."

"This chapter was blank before you opened it. No one is writing this. You are reading the words your mind creates as you go along."

"..."

"Do you remember the real world? Do you remember me? My face? Your face? Please honey, wake up. I love you, I miss you."

"..."