An Alicorn With A Dream

(The Next Day)

~Carmella's POV~

My scheduled hunt for an artsy job was later today, so I wanted some time to relax at home for a moment. Much to my horror... When I opened the door... There she was. A roommate. "What in Equestria is going on here?" I fumed. "Oh, hey there, roomie." "Out of my cottage, now! I don't know who you are, but get out of my cottage before I hurt you." I lowered my body and huffed through my nose. "I'll do it!" I warned. The yellow mare on my couch just laughed. "I'm your roommate, Spitfire." She stuck out her hoof and smiled. My ears fell back, yet I still shook her hoof. "I'm Carmella Holloway. What are you doing in my home?" "Our home." She corrected. "Anyhow, why are you in here? I bought this house with my own money and decorated it myself, ya know. Where were you, Ms. Spitfire?" "Doing some Wonderbolts training excersies." "Well..." I huffed again. "Explain yourself completely!" "The pony who sold you this house is a con-stallion. He sold this house at the same time you, me, Carrot Top, Cheerilee, and our other roomy bought it." "So my money went where?" "We got back every last bit, but since most of the other places in town are owned, we decided to split it. You did pay for it first, though." "Then get out." I gritted my teeth and scraped my hoof against the ground, itching to charge at her.

"Spitfire! Stop messin' around!" Dulcy said from behind. "Hey, sis. Look... I got you this house and these roommates so you could socialize more. No cons. No money-funnies. Nothin'." Dulcy truthfully spoke. "What?" I fell on my back, shocked from having to share a house. "Exactly how many other ponies are there?" "Well, there's Cheerilee, and she's at work..." Spitfire put a hoof to her chin. "A source of income..." I said under my breath. "Then there's Carrot Top, and she's selling carrots at the market... That's two." "Another source of income, too." I mumbled. "And then there's that unicorn... What was her name?" Spitfire floated in midair, trying to think. "The unicorn? There's only one magic user in this house an that's me. Anypony else can happily high-tail it outta here." I instantly sprung up and narrowed my eyes, shaking my tail when I said high-tail. "Tanacity? Tubular? Trident?" Spitfire paced around mid-air, trying to think of the name. "Tri... Tripolar?" Dulcy guessed. "Twinkle?" Spitfire's guess was another hit and miss. I sighed. "Think of her appearance. Is she green, orange, yellow, white, grey, purple... What?" "She's pale." Dulcy deadpanned. "Okay, so common pastel colors. Pink, green, orange, purple, blue, and-" "BLUE!" Dulcy sprung into the air and did a flip. "She's a blue unicorn!" "So then what's her mane look like?" I queried. "It's got little curls in it and it has streaks. It's light blue and sorta looks white." Spitfire, at this point, did not seem all that bright to me. "Tri... Tri... Her name was a normal Tri name." Dulcy tried again. "Trixie?" I simply said. "Yes!" Spitfire's wings went unto a rapid flap, almost a buzz as she applauded my guess.

"Does she have a job?" I asked, growing uninterested in the pony herself. "Yeah! She's a magician. She's not very good, but she does carnival performances in Fillydelphia and Manehattan." "Not very interesting if you ask me." I trotted over to my lime green corner sofa and lazily slouched into the corner on the right. "Really? I thought you loved hearing about everypony's careers. "That was when I was six. I'm not a filly anymore, Dulcy." I blankly stared into the blackness of the flatscreen TV in the licit room. A soft tapping of a hoof came from the front door. "It's me, Trixie! I went grocery shopping and can't get the door!" "Oh goody. Another pony in my house that I didn't even know existed. What. Bucking. Joy..."