"Ms Scratch, you were on the streets when I found you and why do you wear sunglasses indoors and look confused?" Octavia said politely,
"Yes, well, about all that." Vinyl looked at Octavia and took a deep breath, "I had a hard night at work, my shades cover my eye colour because I don't like ponies making a fuss over it and I'm confused because you're not even a little bit exited to see me. Face - to - face."
Vinyl's eyes drifted off Octavia went towards the instrument, leaning against the wall, she saw before, "That's Grey, me cello. I do have a habit of naming my instruments you know." Another awkward silence came into view as Vinyl just gazed at it, "I asked this before," Octavia broke the silence, "Would you like some refreshments?"
"No... I'm fine..." Vinyl's gaze never left it the cello. Octavia walked into the kitchen wondering why Vinyl was so interested in Grey; Octavia came back with a cup of coffee to see Vinyl still staring at her cello. "Ahem." Vinyl flinched, "All your attention is glued to my cello who I'm going to put away." Octavia put the cup down and put the cello away while glancing at Vinyl who looked away blushing, "Um. Octavia?"
"Yes Ms Scratch." Octavia replied as she closed the cupboard door and turned to face Vinyl, "Well you know you don't have to call me Ms Scratch all the time just call me Vinyl. But do not and I mean do not tell anyone you know my name ok. Even your not supposed to know... Slipped my mind." Vinyl said with a hoof to her head. Octavia didn't know what to say, "Ok Vinyl, but if the public are around-"
"DJ PON-3." Vinyl cut her off, "My famous DJ name is DJ PON-3. Also I can't believe you can play something so... so celloy? I guess." Vinyl said,
"Vinyl, 'celloy' isn't a word but I can see what your trying to say," Octavia giggled, "Thank you."
YOU ARE READING
Vinyl x Octavia
RomantikSorry, no description for this because I wrote this story around 3 years ago and I found it while looking through some files of mine also I don't know what went through my head.
