“Vinyl!” There was a pause

“Vinyl!” Another pause

No silence of course, just the constant throbbing sound of the DJ pony hard at work, Octavia grimaced and stared out the doorway at the gathering crowd of complaining neighbours.

“I assure you” She said, trying to be as delicate and convincing as possible, possibly because she needed more convincing than anyone. Unfortunately her assurances went uncompleted as that brutish pegasus pony with the mane of mismatched colors stuck her face right up against octavia's.

“you've assured us three times already and that was just today.”

“And I Assure you that it won't happen again. Now please, take a step back madam, your wings are blowing the leaves onto my doorstep.”

It was the worst excuse imaginable but it was also the only one she could think of. She was frantic, she hadn't brushed her hair for the evening rehearsal of the ponyville orchestra, there was a crowd of angry ponies on her now leafy doorstep and Vinyl had yet to be quiet; so she did the only thing she could do, she slammed the door, trotted briskly up the stairs, (draining the glass of wine she had poured herself moments before the knocking on her door), bursting into Vinyl's room and flicking the switch on her computer, turning it off.

That was her first mistake

“WHAT THE HELL!”

Vinyl spun around on the swivel chair she favoured, leaping from it at shoving her body right against glaring her in the eyes, her glasses off, muzzle to muzzle.

“Vinyl, this really is too close.”

“TOO CLOSE? TOO CLOSE? WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT YOUR PERSONAL SPACE! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I WAS WORKING ON THAT?”

“On what? That mish mash abomination you call music?”

Vinyl did not move, nor did she speak.

“In fact, your noise was so annoying it woke all the neighbours and they came to complain... several times.”

Vinyl turned and sat back at the computer, turning it back on. “like I care about them Octavia.”

Octavia felt flustered, but she had to put a stop to this.

“your acting like a child Vinyl, you need to at least use headphones so you don't disturb anyone.”

“I can't, my headphones are broken. I was telling you about it last night. You really weren't listening?”

“I..ah”

“I'm not surprised, all you rich snooty types are the same.”

Octavia turned very angry, very quickly.

“don't you dare”

“Or what? You'll whine at me? You seem good at that, maybe you can make a job out of that, it would be easier on my ears for one.”

An insult to her was bad, comparing her to every other rich pony in the world was worse, insulting her music. Vinyl Scratch had crossed one final line.

“Get out of this house you animal!”

Vinyl spun on the chair again.

“no”

Octavia moved in closer.

“No?”

“I pay half of the rent, you pay the other half. This is my house as much as yours.”

Octavia never lowered herself to a physical confrontation, such things were beneath her, but she did often fantasize about wringing the unicorn's neck, often... very often.
Vinyl rose and began walking from the room, Octavia turned harshly.

“Where are you going?”

Vinyl turned angrily, “Out! I'm getting away from you for a few hours!” And with that, the door slammed behind her.

Octavia fell back into her bed, she curled up into a tiny ball and sobbed quietly to herself. She was tired, the orchestra was simply becoming too much. She was in there all day everyday, only coming home to practice on her cello, barely sleeping, always working. She had really hoped that she and Vinyl could be friends, if only so that they could live under one roof and pay the rent together, just so she could have somewhere to stay, but if they stopped living together and she couldn't find another roommate, she would loose everything.

“Sleep Octavia.. just... just sleep”

She tried to sleep but her thoughts kept returning to her, thoughts of how lonely she was, thoughts of how scared she was, thoughts of how tired she was, finally she gave in and closed her eyes, blinking them slowly, one, two, th... Silence.
Vinyl wandered downstairs, She and Octavia had met only a few months ago, Octavia having graduated from some fancy school in Canterlot and Vinyl having hitch-hiked from Phillidelphia. Both were musicians so neither could afford to live in a house on their own. Vinyl was in one fo the clubs not too far out of Ponyville when she heard about some fancy Cellist needing a roommate, Vinyl herself had run out of money to keep travelling and she was getting tired of dragging her equipment all over Equestria so so got in contact with the grey mare and moved in with her. It had been a rough start, hell they were still pretty rough... ok that was a lie she hated the uptight stuck up rotten useless... She gave herself a grin at all the terrible names she came up with for her roommate.

Octavia had left her wine bottle out on a table, Vinyl took the liberty of draining it.

“damn lightweight gets hammered after a few glasses of this? Glad I never take her out drinking. Getting her back would suuuuuck. Hanging out with her would suuuuuuuck”

She grinned to herself, the trek out of Ponyville to the nearest club wasn't a short one, and the trek back was made longer due to intoxication and general drunkenness. Although Vinyl did have to admit that it wasn't always her house she made it back to.

It was night time now, and Vinyl wasn't gonna stick around this house when there were people and alcohol outside. She put on her purple glasses, looking at herself in the mirror, glasses, check, house keys, check, mane, awesome.

“Time to hit up the clubs and dazzle my fans.”

Vinyl grinned and opened the door, she stepped forwards and almost stepped on the bundle, she stopped. She stared. She sniffed at it.

“ew”

It squirmed, it cried and finally it stuck it's head out of the bundle. It... She, was a baby. A baby unicorn, it's coat was white and it's mane a shocking shade of red. There was a baby A baby on her doorstep, even worse, there was a baby on her OCD roommates doorstep.

“Man, Octavia's gonna be pissed.”

Author's Notes:

I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it.