To Wub and to be Wubbed

To Wub and to be Wubbed

Chapter One

~"What is Love?"~

A white unicorn with a two toned electric blue mane sat in darkness and silence; waiting for the moment to come to her. A blue light glowed from a screen and onto her face; it had done that ever since the sun came down. Her equipment was on, ready for her to give birth to songs that would blow the minds of others, but she had yet to even touch the machine other than to turn it on.

Vinyl Scratch had been sitting still inside her apartment for the past five hours behind her turntables, waiting.

Then, the moment came; her front right hoof started to tap out a beat.

Slowly, the pace started to pick up; her head began to bob as the beat got more and more addictive. A grin appeared on her face; everything was starting to come together. Her groove had come into full bloom for what was the twentieth time today, which, for DJ-P0n3, was nineteen times too many just to make one song.

Now, all she had to do was start recording the beat before she loses it. Just concentrating on the song and not a certain somepony. She wasn’t going to think about that beautiful, silky, black mane or her smooth gray coat. She wasn't going to think about how cute that pink bow tie looked, and she definitely was not going to think about how that angelic voice gave off a perfect blend sophistication and seduction.

'Just concentrate on… on… on…' She thought to herself.

Vinyl realized her hoof had long since stopped it's tapping and was instead slowly inching its way down her stomach and towards her...

“FUUUUUUU-!”

She ripped the headphones off her head violently with her hooves and threw them across the room, not even bothering to look and see where they landed. She stormed across the room and out the door, stomping loud enough that her neighbors would probably complain about it again. She marched to her kitchen and telekineticly brought out a bottle of Applejack Daniels and started emptying half the bottle before setting back on the counter.

“Auuuughh!!” Vinyl groaned, half at the burn of the alcohol flowing down her throat and half at her situation.

“What do I dooo!?”

Suddenly a rogue thought appeared.

‘Maybe you should call Lyra, this is all her fault anyways’

“Yeah, this is all her fault,” she said, replying to her thought.

She reached out with her magic and picked up her phone from the kitchen counter, already going through some of her contacts. She found the right phone number, called it, and after hearing the phone ring six times, listen to the beep of the answering machine.

‘Oh you are not getting off the hook that easy’ spoke her thoughts, seemingly on there own accord.

Vinyl grabbed her keys and headed for the door, turning off the lights and locking up her apartment before she trotted out into the brisk,empty, moonlit streets of Canterlot to get to Lyra’s place.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

There was silence for about four seconds before Vinyl started banging on the door again.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

The clopping of hooves lazily hitting a wood floor started to become more audible just as a voice started to call out from inside the apartment.

“EHH stob, ahmb commun already!”

There were a series of noisy sliding sounds before the door opened to reveal a tired and annoyed looking mint green unicorn. She put a hoof up to her head, running it through the dark teal mane with a white strip and let out a massive yawn before speaking up.

“What do you want?” The minty mare said slowly, her still closed eyes.

“Hey Lyra, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and thought that we should totally hang out. Like, right now. Maybe go to Pony Joes.”

There was a long pause before Lyra spoke, a pause in which she cracked open her sleep deprived eyes and stared deeply at her surprise visitor.

“Vinyl, you woke me up at 3:30 in the morning, just so we can hang out?”

Vinyl thought carefully about her answer for all of three seconds, before giving a hearty, “Yup”.

Lyra just stood at her door, letting her eyes sink closed once more, while Vinyl stared at the minty mare with anticipation.

Lyra took a deep breath and then let if flow out as a heavy sigh. “Give me a minute,”  she said before she closed the door, leaving the white mare outside to gloat her victory to herself.

Though Pony Joes was open at all hours, the entire diner was pretty empty due to the fact that nopony wants a doughnut at three in the morning. They sat at the vacant counter sipping their coffee, which had only been ordered a minute ago.

“So Vinyl what is this all about?” Lyra said, hoping to get through this quickly, as she took a sip from her coffee.

“Lyra, I HAVE BEEN FORSAKEN!! I can't make my wubs anymore! ” Vinyl said dramatically as she faked a faint.

“That doesn’t sound like a problem to me,” she said nonchalantly, taking another sip.

Vinyl gave Lyra an angry pout but Lyra either didn't notice or didn't care. This was quite a reversal from her usual attitude. Normally, Lyra was an energetic and outgoing mare, giving life to the world around her. She was quirky, caring, and just an all around good friend, but all of that gets thrown out the window when she's forced to wake up at such an ungodly hour.

“Okay, maybe it is a bit of a problem,” she said, finally acknowledging the mare beside her.

“You're damn right it's a problem!” Vinyl agreed passionately.

Lyra just took another sip of her coffee as Vinyl’s look of passion and confidence soon deflated into one of stress and confusion as she let out a heavy sigh.

“I’m serious though. I can’t make anything. Every time I get a good beat going it all just...” she thought carefully about her choice of words for once.

“...disappears, because I keep thinking about this stupid mare. And it’s all your fault.”

Lyra cocked an eyebrow, and finally peeked her eyes open just wide enough to glance at the DJ in distress.

“Wait, could you repeat that?”

“This is all your fault?”

“No, before that.”

"I can't make anything?"

"No, after that."

“I keep thinking about some stupid mare?”

“Yeah, that. Tell me about that,” she said with a growing devious grin.

“Ugh, she’s just some cute mare I saw when I went to one of your practices last Friday. Every time I think of something good, I get distracted by her. I can’t live like this Lyra!”

“Hmm, I think I’m getting a clear picture of what’s going on,” she said, her smile evermore wider.

“Really!?” Vinyl said her voice full of hope.

“Yeah, but you should probably keep telling me about this mare”

“Oohhhkay, well, she’s an earth pony; black mane; has a nice gray coat; and this sexy voice that just-" The DJ started listing all the things that had polluted her mind for the last couple days, but the sleepy mare interrupted her a couple minutes into her rant.

“And what about her flank?” Lyra asked, smile armed, going for the kill.

A crooked smile crept on the side of the DJ's face. A crooked smile that Lyra saw and sighed, “Okay, I think I know what your problem is.”

“So what’s the diagnosis, doc?”

“You've come down with a bad case of lovestruck,” Lyra played along.

“You’re telling me I can’t get any work done because of some silly filly crush?” Vinyl asked in non-belief.

"Well, nothing made it a 'silly filly crush' other than the fact that you practically are a filly, silly, and totally have a crush. So yeah, this isn't serious for anypony but you."

“What makes you an expert?”

“Dr. Lyra Heartstrings; PhD in anthropology, music theory, and love. It just so happens that every member of the Heartstrings family is a natural in the art of inducing heat," she said, almost proudly.

"I'll take your word for it. Now, what do I do about my.... condition"

"Jeez, Vinyl, it's not a terminal disease. You just gotta talk to this mare, you know? Hang out and show her a good time. Nothing to it," she said, making it sound easy.

Vinyl went stiff, "What!?"

"I said, you just gotta talk to her," Lyra repeated.

"But, she's all fancy and junk! I mean, have you seen her at all? She's got all this class and stuff going on around her and she would never even think of talking to someone like me. Lyra, she goes to your orchestra, what do I do?"

“That’s not that big of a dea-” Lyra started, only to be interrupted.

“Lyra, she has a bow tie. A. Bow. Tie.” Vinyl said slowly.

Lyra sighed and began thinking in silence under the gaze of a desperate DJ, until she turned to Vinyl, "Okay, Vinyl, come meet me at the end of my next practice tomorrow, and I'll help you out."

"Really?" she said in slight shock.

"Yeah really, now I'm going to go home and get back all the sleep I lost," Lyra said as she lifted up from her seat and trotted lazily towards the door.

As Lyra left, Vinyl felt a smile grow; hope and happiness were seeping in as she started thinking about tomorrow.

'Maybe, just maybe, this all might get better. All I have to do is meet up and talk to her...'

A rogue thought appeared once more, 'And not make an idiot of myself''

Vinyl's head fell onto the diner counter, hitting with a rattle from her cup as she let out a loud groan.

"I'm doomed."