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// First Impressions 
// Story: The Formative Years 
// by Lonepone 
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Vinyl,wake up" my dad says, shaking my shoulder.

"Idonwanna geddup" I mumble.

"Come on. We're gonna go see your dorm, and possibly whoever your sharing it with"

"Wadtimeisit?" I say, slowly waking up.

"7 o'clock. You're gonna have to get up at this time for classes"

"Eerrgh. Fine. Ahm geddin up. Where my dew?" I ask, blindly swiping at my table, trying to make contact with a non existent montain dew bottle.

"You finished it yesterday" he says.

"Celestia dammit" I drag my self out of bed, and shuffle over to my mini fridge. I swing open the door, squint in the light of the fridge, and look at my selection of sodas and energy drinks. I eventually grab a Khaos Monster, pop it open, and take a large swig. I shake my head, messing up my hair. "So when we leaving?" I ask, still fighting off the effects of sleep.

"Soon as you're ready" he says.

"Then lets go" I say.

We arrive at the on campus dormitory building, and walk in the front door. There's a lady standing in te entrance way, giving ponies directions to there dorm room.

"Hello. Name please?" The lady asks us.

"Vinyl Scratch. A.K.A Dj Pon3" I say proudly.

"Yeah, yeah" she checks her list. "Third floor, suite 312. Go up the elevator and take a left" she gives us a key.

We walk forward, find the elevator, and go up to the third floor on the top. We get out, take a left as directed, and walk along until we find my room. I fit the key in with my magic, and open the door.

It's a lot better then I was expecting, but not as nice as I was hoping. There's three rooms, a dining room/living room combo, the bedroom with two beds, and a full bathroom. 

We spend most of the day moving in what I'll need, and by 6 in the evening where done. I sit in the coach in the living room, playing my Xbox I just hooked up to the TV, drinking more Montain Dew, when the door opens. 

Without looking up, I say "hey dad"

A familiar yet unknown voice talks. "I think that's your room mate, dear"

"Well of course it is, mother, who else would be in this room?" Says the prissy voice. 

No way. I pause my game and look at the newcomer. Same black hair, same grey coat, same purple eyes the same shade as my glasses. And then she sees me. "Mother, what is she doing here?"

"You know, I'm right here. You could ask me directly" I saw, slightly annoyed.

"Fine" she says, almost spitting the word out. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, after I saw you last night, I decided to stalk you home. I found out you where going here, so I decided to get here early and set everything up for you" I look at her seriously.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm kidding. I'm going to college here. And it seems like your the lucky person that gets to room with me!"

"I would hardly consider that lucky" she says.

"Whatever" I say, as continue playing my game. Over the next couple of hours, they start moving all of her stuff in. I then see her dad, who likes slightly like her, just like her mom.

Towards 8, after her parents left, I hear a loud crash come from my room. I pause my game, and rush in there too see what happened.

Earlier in the day, I set up a 5.2 surround sound sound system. Which, because of them, has just lost the back right speaker.

"What did you do?!" I shout.

"I don't know! I was putting up a picture frame, and my hoof must have bumped it." She replies.

I set the speaker upright, and plug my iPod directly into it. It's broken.

"YOU BUCKIN BROKE IT!" I scream at her.

"Oh well, just buy a new one. I doubt they're that expensive" she says calmly.

"'Just buy a new one, its not expensive'" I mimic her. "Does 200 bits per speaker sound cheap to you?! You're lucky I got a spare at home. If I didn't, you'd be paying for a new one!" I stare at her, thinking of a way to get revenge.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asks me.

"I get the larger bed" I say.

"What?"

"You heard me. The larger bed. It's mine. You owe me"

She throws a hoof in the air. "Fine. You want to be childish, go ahead"

I stare at her evilly for a little while longer, then stalk out of the room, as sit back in front of my game. At about 1 in te morning I fall asleep in front of the still on TV.

"Really?"

"Huhh?" I ask sleepily.

"I don't even know why I'm waking you up" Octavia says.

I smile sleepily at her. "Then why you doin it?"

"Because I'm tired of your games main theme playing over and over" she answers smartly.

I turn the system off using the controller. I take a drink from my ever present Montain Dew.

"Your going to have a heart attack from all that caffeine you know" she informs me.

"Aw, your so cute, getting worried about me" I say jokingly.

"As if. I'm actually looking forward to that day" 

"Ouch. So what do you play?" 

"Stringed instruments. Mainly my cello, but I'm capable with any similar stringed instrument. And I'm doubting you have ever touched an instrument in you life?"

"Nice try. I played mainly trombone for a few years in high school, along with a collection of other instruments. I then quit because I'm not a huge fan of classical"

"How can you not love classical? The requiems, the aires, the symphony in whole?!"

"Boring. This" -I start up my laptop- "is what I call" -I pull up my music program- "music. Get your cello"

"What?"

"You heard me. Get your cello, and play something"

"Alright" she walks into our bedroom, and comes out carrying her instrument. She takes the bow, and slides it across the strings of her instrument. I flick on the record button. She plays low, sad notes; high, soaring notes; ad everything in between. It's beautiful. Why did I ever give up playing the cello, my first instrument, in the first place?

I click off the record when she's done, and then play it back for her to hear. I then add a simple drum line, along with a simple wub pattern. I add a synth, along with a symple piano sample loop. By the time I'm done, I have a basic, crude, song.

"See?" I ask her.

"This is horrible! You completely defiled the sound of my instrument!" She says in horror.

I'm shocked at her reaction. "No, I've added to it" I say stubbornly.

"But all those mechanical sounds. They're horrible!"

"It's called synth sounds, dude. And its a part of music now. Whatever" I saw to kill the argument. "You play any games?"

"I have no need for them. I read, I like storys"

"Games have stories. Role playing games are your type of game"

"No type of game is my game!" She insists.

"Stubborn, eh?" I chuckle.

Somepony knocks on the door. "Who is it?" I shout.

"Me, Vinyl. I got the speaker for ya"

I walk to the door and let dad in.

He carries it back into our room, and leaves it there for me to hook up.

"So this your room mate? She looks kinda familiar" my dad asks me.

"Yeah, her name is Octavia. I talked to her last night at the restaurant. She was the one complaining about the music, remember?"

"Oh yeah. So what instrument do you play, Octavia?"

"Cello, although I am proficient in a lot of stringed instruments, sir"
"Sir?" He laughs. "Have fun you two" he says.

"Definetly will" I say.

"I really doubt it" says Octavia.

"I'll give you two some privacy" he says, winking at me. I roll my eyes. He then leaves, shutting the door behind him. 

"So..." I say, not wanting an akward silence to develop.

"I have to leave. I need to get groceries" Octavia says, then she also leaves after grabbing her bit bag.

"Yeah, have a nice day while I'm out shopping, Vinyl" I stop and think for a moment. "Celestia damn it, I'm talking to myself" I say out loud. "And yet your still talking to yourself out loud to acknowledge the fact that your talking out loud" I say back. "Celestia damn it!"

I walk back to my room, and start setting up the new speaker in the corner of the room. It takes a few hours since I have to calibrate as tune it due to lack of use. At about three I finally finish, so I lay on my bed and play a new track I got. I've almost fallen asleep when a voice startles me.

"Well, you've gotten my attention, now what?" Says a handsome black stallion pagasus standing in my room. He's got a blue and black spiked main, a short blue tail, and a Beats headphone set around his neck. And the brightest blue eyes ever.

"How did you-"

"You know they got this magical invention called locks, right?"

"Damn it, Octavia forgot to lock the door. What are you doing in my room?

"Well, I was walking down the hall and I couldn't help but hear scary monsters and nice parasprites. So I decided to check it out. Names Hard Sound. You?"

"Vinyl Scratch..." I say, still shocked.

"Well, me and another guy are in the room next door. Come and say hi sometime" with that he turned around and left. And while he was turning around I got a good look at his cutie mark, a white subwoofer.

After he left and the song was over, I went and tried to push him out of my mind by playing some Midnight Club: Los Pegasus, but to no avail.

I hear someone try and open the door, only to find out its locked.

"Who is it?"

Octavia answers me "It's me, Vinyl, let me in"

I trot to the door and unlock it, then go back to my game.

"Vinyl, get over here and help" Octavia commands.

"Fine" I turn the system off, and help unpack all the groceries.

"Did you get me anything?" I ask hopefully.

"No, just because your dad shops for you, doesn't mean I will. You have to get your own stuff, but I'll share the basics until you get your own"

Ouch. That hurts because its true. But I hide the pain. "Ok" is all I say.

After we're done, I check the clock. 8 o'clock. I know it's early, but I got class tomorrow so I want to be ready. "I'm gonna sleep. Night"

"Aren't you going to at least shower?"

"No. I've done nothing but sit around and play video games all day. I don't need to"

Octavia gives me a disgusted look. "That's nasty. You should shower once a day, at least"

"Whatever. I'll shower in the morning before class" I turn around and walk into our room. Eventually Octavia starts playing a beautiful peice on her cello. The sound of it gently lulls me to sleep