//------------------------------// // 8-A New Day // Story: Hearing is Believing // by ShadowblazeCR //------------------------------// Octavia woke to sunlight dashing across her eyes, the window above Vinyl’s monitors had let it in. She felt especially, how to say, warm and fuzzy for a new day, even though she was a slight morning person. She tried to close her eyes and get back to sleep, still a bit tired, but felt a weird feeling on her chest. There hadn't been much attention payed to the annoyance, or in this case, the possible cause for her warm and fuzzy feelings. At first Octavia had assumed that she had left her bra on before falling asleep, something she regularly did after a long practice, but when she glanced to the floor she found that it was lying casually next to the pull out. Taking a moment to think, she realized that it wasn't a different bra that was constricting her chest, it was a certain someone’s grasp. It turned out that Vinyl Scratch had decided to spoon her, the discovery prominent by the two soft assets of hers pressing against Octavia’s back. After a few more minutes of waking up and and enjoying her situation, Octavia finally slipped away from Vinyl, taking a moment shortly after to admire her sleeping form. She searched for a sticky note, or something of the like, eventually deciding on a random piece of paper lying about to write a note for Vinyl. Apologies for not waking you Scratch, I assumed you needed the sleep after last night. I'll be fetching my belongings that are needed and moving them into the music room while you're asleep. If I'm not here when you wake, go ahead and call me, I wouldn't mind some help. My phone number is... Octavia nodded, happy with her work, then laying the paper atop the pillow beside Vinyl. She got herself clothed and made her way to her car, hoping she could fit her equipment in the little space she had. For some reason, she noticed, the drive back to her apartment was surprisingly lonely. In just a day Vinyl had made such an impact on her that she already missed her. Sure, the budding feelings that had already begun to sprout weren’t any help, but nonetheless, Octavia had a nagging feeling that told her to crawl back into the bed and cuddle with Vinyl. But her professional side and slight bit of common sense won over her thought.On the bright side, all she had to do to gain a cuddly girlfriend was court the heck out of a DJ. Her thoughts were interrupted as she parked beside the sidewalk near her apartment, realizing how many stories worth of steps she had to climb. A few moments of contemplation and regret followed, then Octavia pulled out her phone and called her manager. She new that she had to admit defeat or call in reinforcements, so the latter was initiated. Ringing filled my ears for a few seconds before Lyra’s voice overcame it, though it was a little hard to understand because of her groggy voice. “Octavia?” “Hey Lyra, enjoy your time with my partner’s manager?” “Y-yeah, Of cou-” A sound of someone stretching and the bed creaking interrupted her, “-rse. Heh.” “Lyra Hearstrings, “ Octavia knew that she’d not just gone out to dinner with Bon Bon, “Have you seriously bedded Vinyl’s manager?” “What? Pssh, n-no…I would ne-” “Lyra.” “You can’t have her Tavi.” Lyra responded, whispering, obviously to keep Bon Bon from hearing whatever she was going to say, “I know you’re probably thinking that whatever decisions I’ve made were affected by some drunken stupor, but I think that this time that didn’t happen. I really want to try something steady.” “Really now?” “Yeah, plus her tits are ginormous.” She paused, possibly taking in said breasts. “I’m tellin’ ya, this one’s a keeper.” Octavia said, “Yes, well, I’d love to pry you out of that bed to come over here, but I’m in quite the conundrum and I need you to come over to my apartment.” “But Octaavia.” “I would rather not tell embarrassing childhood stories to the two of you while your sparsely clothed and I don’t think you would either, so please remove your behind from Bon Bon’s fingers and get it over here.” Lyra sighed, “Yes, ma’am.” With the call ending and Octavia having a few minutes to spare she began to clear out her car. Once she was finished, she took all her equipment (her cello, laptop, speakers, etc.) and put it in her living room, hopefully making it that much easier to get to move. She also grabbed a few pillows and blankets, since it seemed that she would have to find a place to not only put the other instruments but her equipment, on top of finding a suitable sleeping arrangement. She didn’t mind sleeping in the same bed as Vinyl, but a voice in the back of her head said it was best that she didn’t intrude and to only do so once Vinyl was a bit more than a new friend. Octavia hoped, just slightly, that they didn’t just move the bed in the musical room to storage. Just so she could spend a few more nights over in Vinyl’s room. Her inner conversation came to a halt, the knocking on her door being the cause. Opening the door, Octavia was greeted to Lyra in a half open jacket (her midriff made it obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra), some black sweatpants, and a bedhead. “Hey Octy,” Lyra yawned. “Hello Lyra,” Octavia said, allowing Lyra to walk in. “Woah,” Lyra’s surprised face made Octavia grin, “You’re bringing everything, huh?” Octavia nodded, “I figured that if I really wanted us, not just me and Vinyl, but you and Bon Bon to become the success that Vinyl wants...well, I wanted to be serious. Not just act like it’s another song, or duet, the like, I want to go about this with the hope that it will become our life.” “Wow, that’s way too deep for nine in the morning.” Lyra said, hefting up a speaker. “Anyway, I guess we can use my car too. Let’s get this show on the road, I’ve got heaven to get back to and an angel to cuddle.” With Lyra having a touch more initiative than before, they had all of Octavia’s belongings in the cars within a reasonable amount of time. The drive back to Wonder Productions was better with Octavia keeping Lyra on speaker, not just to make it bearable, but to keep her awake. By eleven, the two had arrived at Octavia’s new workplace. Parked and just starting to unload, Vinyl popped up behind Octavia, almost making her wack Vinyl with her cello out of surprise. Vinyl was still rubbing her eyes after Octavia got back her bearings, “Hey Octy, I came to help and stuff.” Lyra came over from her car, “Oh, hey Vinyl’s here. All the stuff from my car is out in the lobby, I’ll trust you guys to get everything where it needs to be and all that.” “What, there’s no way you finished that fast…” Octavia glanced over to the lobby, and sure enough, it had the said load occupying its space. Before Octavia could even thank Lyra for her help, the door to Lyra’s car was closed and she was riding off. “Where’s she going?” Octavia returned her attention to Vinyl, “Ah, she and Bon Bon are a thing now, I suppose.” Vinyl cocked an eyebrow, “They banged?” “That’s one way to put it, yes.” Octavia said, blushing profusely. “In Lyra’s words, ‘I’ve got heaven to get back to and an angel to cuddle’.” Vinyl grumbled, “Hmph, wish I had a girl to cuddle. Ya know, I was just dreaming about that last night, felt so real too…” Octavia’s mouth flopped open and closed back, “The best dreams are the ones you hope for, hm? Or maybe, it’s they’re the ones that will come true.” Vinyl perked up, “You think so?” “If you take initiative, I don’t see why not.” Vinyl thrust her chest out, “Alright then, let’s get some work done, eh?” With that, they began to continue unloading. Letting Octavia wonder if her hint got through.