80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #12- Lyric

"You can't be serious, June."
Izzy said in a questioning tone.

"I love him."

"No, you don't."
He replied.

"Yes, I do."
I nodded.

"He's not your lyric, June. He's just a goddamn word."
Izzy groaned frustratedly.

"I love him."

"No, you fuckin' don't."
Izzy gritted.

"Why can't you let me be happy?"
I asked, tears filling my eyes.

"Because you and I both know you don't love him."
Izzy said loudly, getting closer to my face.

"I do, Izzy."
I lied.

"No, June, you don't. You just say you love him."
He said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"I love him, Izzy."
I cried, even though I knew he knew I was lying.

"You once asked me what the difference was between lyrics and words. Do you remember that?"
Izzy asked, sounding desperate.

"What's the matter, Iz?
I asked the disgruntled-looking guitarist who was sat on my couch.

"Writers' block."
He groaned, letting his head fall into his hands.

"Want some coffee?"
I asked, rubbing my hand up and down his back.

"Can you make that drink you make when I'm sick?"
Izzy asked, looking over at me with tired eyes.

"Izzy, that makes you sleepy."
I reminded.

"I know. I just- will you make it, please?"
He asked softly, almost like a child asking for cake after they got in trouble.

"Sure, Iz."
I nodded before getting up and heading to the kitchen. I mixed all of the ingredients and waited for it to boil before pouring Izzy a cup and heading into the living room.

"So, the words aren't coming?"
I asked, sitting next to him and handing him the hot mug.

"Lyrics, Bug. They aren't words; they're lyrics."
Izzy corrected softly.

"What's the difference? Aren't lyrics just words?"
I asked, intrigued. I loved listening to Izzy talk about music; it was just something special. 

"It's like the difference between saying you love someone and being in love with someone."
He explained, putting emphasis on the word 'in.'

"So one is real with feelings, and the other is just blank?"
I asked in a questioning tone, making sure I understood his analogy.

"Sort of. It's like saying music is just noise. But you don't feel and love noise; noise is just sound, and music is a feeling."

"You should've been a goddamn philosopher."
I joked, nudging his shoulder.

"Shut up."
He grumbled, sipping his drink.

"I told you that it's the same as saying you love someone and being in love with someone. They aren't the same thing, and you know it, June. You and I know that better than any two other people in this world."
Izzy whispered.

"I love him, Izzy. I do.
I whispered back.

"Would you stop saying that? You don't!"
Izzy gritted, growing frustrated at my pitiful attempts to make him believe me.