My Roommate Vinyl

by Epcke777

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Comedy
Length: 584

short story about a day with Vinyl Scratch

Ben has just payed for Vinyl's bail, and in this short happy story he will get her back…won't he.

this was also submitted to my english mentors…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-06 04:06:34 UTC

Bail

The chilly, sanitised air inside the Manhattan police station was thick as I approached the front desk.

“Can I help you?” the female officer behind the desk asked.

“Yes, I received a call from a friend of mine, Vinyl Scratch, that she was requiring bail” I answered.

The officer replied “yes, that’s true; we do have her in custody.”

“Might I ask on what grounds?” I asked

“Setting off a large amount of pyrotechnics in a suburban area” she replies tersely.

“But there were no individuals harmed by the act and due to the circumstances, amounting too many firecrackers, bail is set at ten thousand dollars”.

Walking out of the station, Vinyl didn’t say anything to me, knowing the trouble she was in, like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

The locks on the darkly shaded RX-8 clicked as I pressed the key in my pocket, She walked over to the passenger side door, “In the back Vinyl”. I had said no more, knowing both well that she was getting the salt with the sugar.

Silence was more abundant than air inside the car “Ten thousand dollars,” I repeated very slowly.

“I’m sorry Ben” she replied.

“No you’re not, if you were you’d never have bombed anything”.

The drive home was painful, long and drawn out like having an IV tube removed.

Arriving home, the door locked behind us.  The sun had long since hidden away, the night outside was alive with the insatiable low lives of the streets.

Just getting off work just before picking up Vinyl, I was very tired.

“Go to bed Vinyl, I will deal with you in the morning.” I stated coldly

My dreams of a resort were torn from my grasp as blackness, being replaced by a loud bang.

Jumping at first, but realising the source I quickly became scornful, watching Vinyl light a fuse and then hide behind a wall in the quiet suburbs.  My holiday period were gone like ice in a flame, because of her fun.

My only holiday, gone.

The hot glare of the sun as it seep through my curtains, I figured Vinyl wouldn’t have been up yet.

I was angry, the sleep hadn’t helped dowse the fire in my heart, I needed payback.

I needed revenge!

Her room was littered with red bull cans, clothes and the occasional pizza slice.

Her desk wasn’t any better, in one of her draws I found exactly what I was looking for, a small cardboard box filled with a collection of firecrackers.

She looked so peaceful, a wicked grin formed upon my face, a grin that would have made the devil cringe.

I carefully laid the boxes’ contents over her covers and lit them, stepping back to watch my handy work unfold.

The deafening cracks and snaps of the small red tubes were blissful.

Vinyl was frozen to her covers as the firecrackers went off atop her, a shocked expression plaster on her face.

When she had come to her senses I said to her with a sly smile, “Next time you’re paying my bail”.

A hot blush rose in her cheeks, only now did I realise her clothes were on the ground beside her, she was covered in her covers luckily.

“I’m going to need some new sheets” she said embarrassed

“Good to know were even then,” I replied with a satisfied and sly expression

“Quickly Vinyl, you’re coffee won’t drink itself”. I said back as I walked into the kitchen