Roommates

by appledasher

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

It's Vinyl Scratch and Octavia's last year at college. There's only one snag - they can't afford the rent on their apartment any more. So they both apply to move into new houses. Even if that's not strictly speaking true, the events that occur afterwards make it seem like a minor detail. Based roughly on events that occur almost daily in my life, with a little bit of reimagining.

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The alarm went buzz. That's the one thing I hate about my life. The fricking alarm clock. Unfortunately, it also gave me a rather great headache. Hold that - actually that was more likely last night, as I can't remember it. But anyway, I think breakfast is most important right now. Let's go see if - oh yes, she doesn't life here any more. How could I forget! That and I'm supposed to be moving in with my new housemates today. Crap! I better grab some clothes, and real quick. I'm supposed to be there in about half an hour.

*Time skip about half an hour*

I finally arrive. Phew. I'm almost on time. One quick knock on the door gets a response of footsteps, and then a rainbow-haired girl opens the door. 'You must be our new roommate, judging from the bags you have with you. Hi! I'm Rainbow Dash, or just 'Dash' for short.

Rainbow Dash. The name turns over in my mind as I walk in. 'I'm Vinyl,' I briefly say as I walk in. Then it hits me. 'Hang in, aren't you one of the richest girls in the school?'

She looks at me for a second before going 'If I was 18 I'd be outta here. Plus if I still had money I'd be living even closer to the damn place by now. Nah, I got like a grand and that was it. I can do nada about it as well.'

'Damn that sucks,' is my response, before the awkward moment is cut short by the doorbell ringing. The small girl runs off after saying 'Your room is first after turning right at the top of the stairs.'

I trudge off up the stairs as I hear Dash introduce herself to the other roommate. Then the name I hear makes me stop. 'I'm Octavia. Nice to meet you.'

I almost fail to shut myself up when I hear her voice for the first time since yesterday afternoon. Not something common for roommates, but then again no musician is normal. Especially not guitarists, in any sense.