Vinyl Layered Love

       "What?!" Swift said shockingly loud, almost everypony in the café looking at him.

       "I'm sorry for your loss..," The nurse on the phone said sadly. Swift's parents had just died, and he was all alone. A few days later, Swift came home from a delivery to find that he had one new message. He pressed the blinking red button and began to listen.

       "Swift, whenever you can, please call back. I have some urgent news about you parents," The voice sounded old and very brittle. Swift picked up the phone lying on the machine and dialed the number. The same old pony answered, "You don't need to say hello, this is a business conversation, not a chat." Swift was confused.

       "Okay..." He could hear the old pony shift a little, as if he was standing up.

       "When your parents were pronounced dead in the hospital a note was found in your dad's pocket. It said, 'The code is 4137'. Someone was sent to their house and found a safe hidden behind a cabinet. The code was used and within there were 4.8 billion bits and another note that said, 'Give this to our only child, Swift'. That is inherited money, and its yours." Swift almost dropped the phone along with his jaw. 4.8 billion bits? What was he supposed to do with that?

       Again, some time has passed, except it was a month now. Swift now owned a newly built mansion sitting atop a large hill. Swift quickly opened his front door and ran down the hill. He had a new delivery to make. A set of the latest dubstep tracks and a Music Weekly magazine. This is the first time he had to deliver a weekly magazine, someone else probably does it instead.

       He ran through the fields to reach the town and darted through crowds. He was a quick pony and a lot of people gasped in surprise when he almost ran into them. After about fifteen long minutes of running he finally approached a deep purple house that looked surprisingly warm. He practically hopped up the steps that led up to the porch of this house and rang the doorbell. He took a second to compliment his reflection in the window.

       He was a light grey colored pony with a mix of a dark blue and black mane. He was wearing a black hoodie with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a pair of jeans he threw on. Swift snapped back into reality when he heard the door click open. He looked over to see a beautiful white unicorn with purple hair that was wearing these big, purple glasses that were set in her hair. She was wearing leather short-shorts and a DJ Krank T-shirt that was too big for her.

       "Hey! Buddy? You okay there?" She said, snapping her fingers in front of his face. Swift didn't know what to say. Call him corny, but he just met the most beautiful pony ever.

       "Hi..." He said, his eyes in complete awe. She tilted her head in confusion.

       "Yeah, Hi. You're standing on my porch." Swift shook his head and remembered what he was doing.

       "Oh! Your package!" He holds out a small cardboard box and she grabs it. She grins when she finishes reading the label.

       "Aw sweet! I've been waiting for these!" Swift put his hand up in a way of goodbye and stepped off her porch. She said seeya and closed the door. As Swift walked back to his house, he saw a new bar or nightclub that was opening.

       "Maybe I should go there tonight, I need a few drinks after these past few days," He mumbled to himself and kept walking. Hopefully it would be a party.