I'm back to eating ice cream on the couch watching whatever is on. Lyra is sitting on the other end of the couch reading her book again. The forecast called for a foot of snow today. Because of that I probably wont be driving today, but I can always walk.
"You should try watching something different." Lyra says, poking me with her toe.
"I'm to depressed to change the channel." I tell her, putting the ice cream back on the coffee table.
"Fine." She grabs the remote and turns on Netflix.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Its a surprise! Close your eyes." She says throwing a pillow on my face.
I hear some clicking of the remote. Then she gets up for a minute and comes back and sits down. She presses the remote one time and takes the pillow off my face.
"Surprise! Its 'Our Little Horses'!"
"Oh sweet Celestia, please don't play this. Its so-"
"Just try it." She interrupts me. "You might enjoy it."
Its starts playing. A narrator starts talking about how these two sisters used to rule their stupid little world and how one betrayed the other. So the older one banishes the younger one to the moon.
"This is incredibly stupid Lyra." I tell her, tossing my spoon at her.
"I thought that also but it gets ways more interesting after we watch both beginning episodes."
"That's it. I'm taking a nap." I tell her.
Overtime the show introduces 6 different strangely colored little horses. Twibright Glimmer, which Lyra told me about, Pinkiepan, Fluttercry, Appleflap, Rainbowdance, and Rareness. Rainbowdance is my favorite, not like I really care anyway. All of them start to become friends and go to a thing they do every year as the mark of the new year. Then things start going downhill. The younger sister is back with a vergence and wrecks the celebration. The older sister is nowhere to be found, and the episode ends.
"Plot twist!" Lyra screams with joy, holding a plush of Fluttercry.
"Ugh, do I have to watch the next episode?" I ask her.
"Absolutely!" She plays the next episode.
The characters freak out, and get into a lot of danger in the Everloose forest. All their personalities are proven, and in the end Twibright proves to the evil younger sister that the elements of concord are are in them all. They all start to float and shoot a rainbow beam at her, and defeat her. The sisters are united once again, and everyone is happy again. I would call that a show finale in two episodes, or at least it should be.
"So? Did you like it?" She asks me, holding out a plush of Appleflap.
"No." I say sternly, pushing away the plush.
"Aww why not? They are so adorable! I must have rechosen my favorite horse many times based on each episode! I loves Flutters right now." She hugs her Fluttercry plush and shoves the Appleflap one against my neck.
"Because, its for little girls, not people our age." I try to explain to her. "Your in your mid twenties for crying out loud!"
"Yeah, but I'm still a child at heart!" She says with a smile.
I take out my phone and search up some fan art and music from the show. It is everywhere. All the social medias and even on some inappropriate websites. This has to be the most outrageous show I have ever watched.
"Have you looked at all this online garbage?"
"Yes! Isn't all the art awesome?" She takes out her phone and shows me the background. "I also love the music!"
"And you don't realize how obsessed people are with this junk?"
"I'm am the obsess with show!" She squeals with horrible grammar.
She gets up and rushes to her room with a huge grin. This can only get worse for me at this point. A few rattles and a crash later, she comes back with a picture frame. She hands it to me without a word and smiles.
"Its a shadow box." I say staring blankly at a few of the characters from the show made with multiple different pieces of paper in a few inch deep picture frame.
"Yes! It is definitely my most beloved possession." He says, crossing her legs and picking up a cup of coffee.
"Its just a shadow box. "I tell her. "I made one of these in art class and never really cared for them. Why am I even talking to you about these stupid TV horses?!"
"Because deep down you actually like them." She says.
I'm obviously not a sissy little girl, but she is kind of right. Their 'cute' and 'fluffy' but I like awesome stuff like wubs, and explosions, and crowds cheering my name. I'm just way to awesome to want to watch a show for little girls. If I did like the show, I would probably die.
I put down the shadow box frame on the coffee table and head to my equipment room. I flip on a few switches and start tapping on my drum-pad to test it. Sweet Celestia, I couldn't stand any more of such a horrible show. I put on my headphones and sit in my chair. I freeze; a small noise is coming from my headphones. I turn up the sound, and hear the voice of Pinkiepan singing. I AM GOING TO KILL LYRA!
"LYRA!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "WHY IS THERE STUPID TV HORSES PLAYING ON MY HEADPHONES!"
I hear a plate come crashing to the ground and quick footsteps rushing to my room. She bursts in through the doorway and stares at me with eyes of terror. As if stunned by a big jellyfish.
"Well?" I say calmly holding in my intense frustration.
"Your headphones are awesome, and I must have left my MP3 player in here." She glances down, sees it laying on a table of dials and switches, and grabs it. "Yep."
She goes silent and stares at me with her hands behind her back. I wish I could just blow up right now because she touched my equipment, but I do live in her house, and I couldn't expect her to just not touch it. Ugh, life is just idiotic.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, I should have expected you to use my stuff at some point." I say, taking my headphones of my terribly tangled mess of hair.
She stands completely stunned at what I said. Like that's is something I have never said before. She plops down in a spare seat that was next to the door.
"You were actually nice for once. This. Is. Huge news!" She yanks out her phone and runs out of the room.
I just sit there. Am I really that bad that I don't apologize? I feel terrible. How could she just say I was actually nice. Sweet Celestia, I just want to explode right now with the frustration in my mind. What is said next is not technically authorized to write here, but I end calling myself names and screaming at the top of my lungs. I grab my mouse and slinging it across the room where it ends up smashed into the adjacent wall, then run into the living room. I fall to my knees in front of Lyra, then my face, then cry my eyes out.
"Why." I sputter under tears. "Why am I so careless." I ask her, holding on to her ankles.
"Its not that bad Vinyl." She says, leaning down and running her fingers through my hair. "I didn't mean to make you go all emotional when I said-"
"But its true," I yell at her feet, still crying. "And you know it!
She pries my hands off her ankles and sits back down on the couch where she originally was. She stares at me for what seems like the longest time, then tears erupt from her eyes and she leans down and cries with me. The doorbell rings for a few seconds, followed by a car driving away. I stop crying, try to pull myself together, and I walk to the door. Lyra has put herself back on the couch and is looking at me with remorseful eyes, beautiful gold colored eyes. I turn back to the door and open it. A small box with a note attached to it sits on the doorstep. I grab it and take it inside.
"What is it?" Lyra asks, her gaze still focused on me.
"I don't know, I haven't read the letter yet." I say, walking over to the couch and plopping myself in it.
Lyra scoots herself over to me and rests her head on my shoulder as I open the letter. 'I went over to our apartment and collected a few items for myself, so I packed another box with a variety of your things. I can tell you haven't been there in a while because it is clean. I haven't stopped thing abut you, I hope you know that. Enjoy. -Octavia Melody'. I open the box and find my decaf coffee, a frame with a picture of us on our first date, and some dark chocolate. This is why I could never get enough of her, she is beautiful, caring, and has perfect timing for when I'm down.
We both sit there for a while longer until we begin to cry again. I think we both miss Octavia to some degree. Lyra hasn't even seen Tavi for quite a long while besides the concert. Lyra glances to me once again, the look of sadness on her face is awful. She grabs ahold of me and rests her forehead on mine, crying uncontrollably. I put my arms around her and hug her. She's more sad than I am. This doesn't even add up correctly! I am in deep love with Tavi and Lyra is only her friend. How can she be more sad than I am? Do I really have that little of compassion for others that I care less than Lyra does about my own girlfriend? Has Tavi been right that I just don't give a single hoot about how others feel? There has to be something off; I can't have that big of a problem!
Lyra calms down after a few minutes and sits on the couch quietly staring down at her feet. Her legs are folded with her cat in her lap. We have to have been sitting here silently for over half an hour. I decide to grab my phone and do something. 'New Message' blinks at the top of my smart phone.
"I think I need to go to my room." Lyra says quietly, putting her hand on top of the cats head.
She slowly gets up and walks to her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. I sit on the couch still, waiting for something to happen without me interacting with it. Nothing, absolutely nothing will happen.
"I don't want to make more lives terrible." I tell myself out loud.
"Because of me," I pause. "Lyra is sitting in her room crying to herself. Because of me I separated Tavi from Lyra and made both of their lives a bitter mess."
"But if you weren't here Vinyl, then I would have never known Octavia." Lyra says, walking out to the edge of the hallway.
"Because of you, you made me work harder and learn how to care for someone that couldn't care for themselves. You made my life meaningful. I don't even have a job, or a romantic partner, or even anyone else to spend time with! I have a cat, and that's about it."
"But how are you living here without a job or some type of support?" I ask her, tearing up again.
"Because I inherited this house from my grandmother. When she passed away, this house was given to me. I am living here because of you, because you pay for my bills. You have a job. You, Vinyl Scratch," She points at me. "You are why I am here. Without you here I would be nothing."
"I give you meaning?" I start to raise my voice. "If I wasn't here, you wouldn't have to deal with my pain and misery! I am making your life suck! Without me you would not have been crying your eyes out-"
"But I was crying for you!" She screams.
We both stop. We hear a knock and glance to the front door. After a few seconds we hear the knock again. I get up and head over to the door, glancing back at Lyra. She is still, staring back at me. I open the door.