Vinyl snapped her eyes open at the sound of a commotion. She wasn't sure what time it was. Heck, she wasn't even aware she had zoned out. All she knew was that it was suddenly very light in the room, and she had slid almost completely off the luxuriously soft sofa.
Scrambling haphazardly to her feet, the musician adjusted her sunglasses and made her way towards the noise, her vision blurred from her spiky bangs having fallen into her face as she stood up. Pushing her hair out of her view revealed the doorway being blocked by a shapely female figure with straight black hair.
"I get that you don't like me, but geez, warn a girl if you're gonna turn on the lights," Vinyl mumbled, rubbing a sore spot on her neck.
The figure spun around suddenly, blue eyes wide in shock as they landed on the young DJ. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" the woman asked. And she was indeed a woman. Who Vinyl had assumed was Octavia, was about two inches shorter and twenty something years older. Octavia's mother stood before the short girl, a look of genuine surprise plastered onto her features.
"O-oh..." the teenager stuttered, looking for the right words. "Um, no. You don't know me. But I know you." Red eyes shot open wide. "Er, no. I know your daughter."
The woman crossed her arms with a frown. "One of Fidelle's friends, are you?" She opened her mouth to correct the suddenly intimidating woman but was interrupted quickly. "I should have known that she would have pawned her sister off to some charlatan instead of taking the time to drive her home herself."
This was not the kind smile Vinyl would have expected from their meeting when she was young. It balked her and she found herself unable to formulate her words into a sentence. Luckily Octavia came around the corner just then.
"Mother, I was not aware that you were coming home today." he purple eyed girl looked between the two figures standing in the doorway, realization creeping onto her face. "Mother, please do not stare at my classmate. You're making her uncomfortable, and after she was kind enough to drive me home when Fidelle went off in the car with her friends." The slightly older teenager was visibly fighting back tears that Vinyl wasn't too sure were completely real. The concern in her eyes, however, was.
"She's not your sister's friend?" Sophia Philharmonica seemed taken aback slightly as she took a longer look a Vinyl. Please don't take my glasses off...i don't want her recognizing me right now... "I suppose she is dressed a bit too formally to be associated with Fiddlesticks...Add the fact that there is a well taken care of silver Nissan...Okay, I approve."
Octavia was noticeably relieved, while Vinyl still had no real clue as to what she was supposed to think. "Okay, so um, yeah..." she began, eyes darting nervously between the two. "Sorry, for startling you, Tavi's mum. I should probably head home now and f-" "Why are you wearing sunglasses indoors?"
Vinyl surprised herself by going even paler than she already was. "Uh..." This can't be happening...Please no. Not now.
"Take the glasses off, please." Vinyl knew what the woman thought. To be honest, she couldn't blame her. The blue haired girl did look like someone to do that, even as finely dressed as she was. This was not good. She couldn't let Octavia see her eyes. Valarie had seen it so many times before. Octavia would surely hate and fear her.
Plus the fact that the harpist demanding the removal of Vinyl's shades would no doubt recognize her, and it always made people uncomfortable when they knew she was a Staccato. "I'd um...really rather not do that, Missus Philharmonica. Y'see my eyes are really sensitive to light, and it's kinda hella bright in here." the blue haired girl brushed off her trousers and reached her hand out to shake. Sophia took the offered hand with a considerable amount of suspicious confusion, but was startled out of her thoughts by her second daughter barging into the room.
"Mom, did you really need to boot me off of the wifi? Its not like anything bad happened to Octavia!" the blue haired twin pulled her sister in front of her. "See? Not a scratch! she got home just fine without the car!"
"That may be so, Fidelle, but that is only because of this young woman and her hospitality. Who knows what could have happened to Octavia if not for-I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?" The older woman turned to look at Vinyl, just in time to stop the girl from jumping out from the open window. Octavia facepalmed and muttered something about first impressions. "What...What are you doing?"
"Ahah...hah..." I'm screwed. "I-I'm reeeeally not good with confrontations, so I figured I would just go home...but um. You guys were in the doorway...so..." At that moment Vinyl lost her balance and was sent tumbling out the two story window. Her fall was broken by the hydrangeas underneath, but the impact still made her yelp, a branch scraping her side as it broke.
"Oh my Goddess, Vinyl! Are you okay?!" Octavia yelled down from the rec room when she heard her friend hit the ground. She was greeted by Vinyl's signature goofy grin and a thumbs up as the young disk jockey picked herself out of the flowerbed. The black haired teen laughed at the display. Vinyl had twigs and bits of hydrangea tangled in her hair, and dirt staining her clothing. A small cut was starting to bleed on her cheek, and the huge grin on Vinyl's face showed off a whole flowerhead being held between her teeth.