I have to see her. I have to, I have to, I have to. After Octavia came by, I couldn't sleep. I felt like my mind was trying to escape my very skull. I can't let this go on.
I mean, isn't it impossible? To have feelings for two different mares? It seems wrong, ya know. I hate it. I hate myself for feeling this. I grew up wanting to have a wife and kids and living the good life. I'd meet that special somepony and that'd be the end of it. And I thought I did meet that special somepony. Vinyl. Funny, sexy, nice Vinyl. Sure, she may not be a complete lady most of the time, but that brings on her charm. Her music, however, is just awful.
But is that what I'm willing to do? Break up with somepony just cause I don't like all the electronic crap?
And Octavia. I hated her when I first met her. I hated her when I met her the second time. But her music... that wonderful music. It's just amazing how she does it. And when I told her I liked it, she did a complete 180. She was shy and kind and nice.
But then there's that. That. The kiss. That kiss. The kiss that messed up my head.
I hate it and I love it. Love and hate. Two polar opposites, yet similar in this situation.
I think I should stop now. No more thinking. Not 'til morning.
"Fix 'Er Up! Where you been, you lazy flank!" That's one way you don't want to be greeted in the morning. Especially if it's from your boss.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Toolshed. I had some trouble sleeping last night."
"Well, if you keep this up, you'll be sleeping in the streets! Now punch in and get to work!"
"Yes, Sir." I punch in and begin working. I may hate my boss, but somepony's gotta build these homes.
It's almost time to leave, and I had a relatively calm workday.
Smack! I feel a hoof smack me across the plot.
I turn in angry since I really hate it when ponies touch me there. I always have.
"Who the hell did tha-!" I stop mid-sentence to see Vinyl backing away from me. She looks a bit scared. "Oh, Vinyl.... I, uh..."
"What's wrong with you? I was just playing..."
"Ugh! Listen, I'm sorry, Vinyl, sweetheart. It's just... you kinda surprised and I didn't know it was you and I don't really like.... um... other ponies touching me there."
Vinyls is standing for a few seconds in silence. She finally says, "Nah, man. It's cool, you know. I get it..." She's saying this, but I can still tell that she feels uncomfortable by my sudden outburst.
"OK, then." I ask, "So, what's up?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see if you were available tonight. The club's closed and I was wondering if we could go somewhere a bit more fancy to eat." You know, despite being one of those party ponies, Vinyl still seems to want to go to a high-class sort of place.
We're sitting at the very middle of the restaurant in a table. All the high-class ponies, though very few, are here. Rarity, the ever famous fashionita mare, is sitting a table across from us near a window. She's talking to another unicorn; one with a silver mane and a light blue mane. He's dressed up in a red, velvet suit.
Why the hell am I describing a colt in such vivid detail? I better look over at Vinyl now.
Oh, those eyes. Those beautiful, red sea eyes. I'm in love with them.
"Did I ever tell you how much I love your eyes?"
Vinyl smiles and looks down at her hoof as if she's wearing a watch. "Oh, about a dozen times already, Mister Fix 'Er Up."
"Well, maybe I should tell you a dozen more because I want them... SO MUCH." I'm smirking like a bastard and I'm proud of it.
"Well, Sir. Maybe you should stop looking at my eyes and gaze upon this." She points with down at her dress. One of her hind legs crawls out of a break in her neon blue dress. Sexy...
I take my left front leg and run down over her cutie mark. "You really should stop doing that. I might go berserk. I don't care if it's in front of all these ponies."
By this point, we're gazing in each others eyes, smiling, as my hoof is reaching for her sweet spot.
We kiss.
And then it all comes back to me. The night before. The kiss. Octavia. Damn it.
I break the kiss abruptly. I start rubbing my temples together. "Damn it. Damn it. Damn it."
I look over and see Vinyl. It's unusual of her to seem genuinely concerned about something. "Fixer. is something wrong?"
"Yes! Something is wrong!" I'm so anxious. I have to just tell her. "Look, Vinyl, there's something you need to know."
Now she looks pissed. Like I cheated on her or something. "What?"
I bury my face in my hooves. I can't even look at her now. "Umm, look. Last night, after dinner, I went to go to bed at my place. And... there was a knock at my door. I went downstairs and..." I stop talking and look up at Vinyl.
She's giving me a You-better-tell-me-what's-going-on look on her face.
I look down again. "... It was Octavia." I sigh. "I opened the door and Octavia was there. I asked her what she was doing there and... She, umm..."
"What!? What HAPPENED!?"
I snap back into the story. "She kissed me!"
A few moments of silence. I thank Celestia nopony else was looking over to out table.
All of a sudden, Vinyl has my shoulders in her grab. "ARE YOU TELLING THE TRUTH? ARE YOU TELLING ME THE TRUTH AND DID OCTAVIA KISS YOU?"
My eyes are wide open in horror. "Y-yes..."
"IF YOU ARE LYING TO ME, I WILL BUCKING KICK YOUR PLOT RIGHT HERE AND MAKE THE SORRIEST STALLION TO EVER BE BIRTHED. SO I'M GOING TO ASK YOU AGAIN. DID OCTAVIA KISS YOU?"
I can't take this anymore. "Yes. Octavia kissed me on the lips."
Vinyl. Looks. PISSED. She gets up from the table and trots out of the restaurant. I know where she's going. I quickly pay the waiter and run after her. She's gone.
I get to the house. Vinyl and Octavia's house. Screaming. I hear screaming from inside. I don't feel like going in. Call me a worthless excuse for a stallion, but I'd rather not get into an argument between two grown mares.
Most of the screaming I hear is from Vinyl. I can barely hear Octavia in-between the shouting. It seems like she's trying to explain what she did, but Vinyl's not having any of it.
I feel sorry for her. I wouldn't want to be shouted at, I've dealt with plenty of that in my life already. Anger, anxiety, bad feelings in general. Maybe that's why I love Octavia's music. It's calm. It's beautiful. It's caring and loving.
The door opens wide as the light shines from inside of the house.
"I HATE YOU! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! AND YOU TAKE YOUR STUPID CELLO WITH YOU!!!
A gray mare stumbles outside of the house. Tears. All I see are tears from her. Then she looks over to me. She looks into my eyes and I look into hers. More tears spray from her eyes. And then she runs. And runs and runs and runs.
Now I'm crying.
Octavia moved and Vinyl moved in with me. She said she couldn't stand that house anymore and she wanted the convenience of being closer to me.
I told Vinyl later that she was too aggressive towards Octavia. Vinyl explained that her love life was scorned with cheating boyfriends and drunken one-night stands. She felt threatened and that's why she acted out.
Octavia moved to Canterlot and is the first chair cellist for the Royal Canterlot Symphony. I'm glad she's happy doing what she loves.
Fortunately, Vinyl and Octavia made up. Turned out, Octavia never had as much luck with stallions as Vinyl and which caused her to do what she did.
We're going to visit Octavia real soon, me and Vinyl. I'm glad I'm with her. She makes me happy and I make her happy.
Sometimes, when she's at the clubs, I put in more Marezart on the record and listen away...
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