Sleep by jellybeanwubs
Octavia frowned, as for the third time she rang Vinyl's doorbell with no answer. She'd tried calling, she'd tried texting. She's even resorted to walking over to Vinyl's bedroom window and banging on the glass. And yet, nothing.
She was supposed to meet her girlfriend for lunch and yet thirty minutes after their scheduled time, still no sign of the blue haired DJ. And sure, Vinyl scratch was known to be late (fashionably or not), Octavia was still in a bit of panic.
She had no idea what would would have happened to Vinyl, but she was NOT taking any chances. The first place she looked was Vinyl's house, and so far she had no luck.
Leaning against the door, Octavia willed herself to stop breathing so erratically, and to get her mind out from its darkest parts. Vinyl would be okay, she just had to think. Where would she be if not at their date, and not at home?
...Although it would be easier to think without the heavy thumps of overblown bass subtly playing in the background.
"She's in there!"
Octavia's first instinct was to reach for her keys, but with a small huff she remembered that her girlfriend hadn't given her the spare.
"Typical Vinyl, afraid of commitment so much she wouldn't even give me the damn key. Took her long enough to give us an official title as it is..."
The cellist mumbled to herself as she pulled two bobby pins from her hair, and took a quick glance around the neighborhood. It wouldn't be good for one of Canterlot's orchestral members to be seen picking a lock, nevertheless the first chair cellist.
"Which someone would know if they showed up to lunch..." Octavia fiddled with the lock for a few seconds before hearing a tiny click and having the door fall slightly open.
"Can't believe she didn't do the deadbolt. Vinyl Scratch, you will be the death of me, I swear..."
Unless something had already happened to Vinyl.
No, she's fine. Calm yourself, Octavia. She's fine probably just...really into her music. So into her music that she forgot today was the day you were finding out positions in Canterlot's Orchestra and may or may not have news about it at lunch.
Making her way down the small hallway and toward Vinyl's music room, Octavia continued to mutter as the muffled wubs grew louder. She prepared herself to give Vinyl a verbal lashing, and threw open the door without hesitation.
What Octavia sure didn't expect to see was Vinyl fast asleep on her soundboard, glasses askew and hair waving softly from the air from the speakers.
"I...hm."
A small smile grew on Octavia's face as she pulled out her phone to document this moment forever. Even the great DJ PON-3 had a weakness, and that weakness was sleep.
Octavia flipped the power switch and without the gentle vibrations of the bass, Vinyl woke up.
Vinyl lifted her head slowly, not completely awake, and pushed her glasses to the top of her head. She rubbed her eyes and squinted; was she still dreaming? All she saw was the most gorgeous sight in front of her: a girl with long dark locks holding her hand out to Vinyl.
"Are you an angel? Am I dead?"
Octavia stifled a giggle at her girlfriend and helped her to her feet. She walked them out the door to Vinyl's bedroom and helped the DJ into her bed. "No, you're not dead dear. But you'd better have a very good explanation as to why you missed our date, or you might as well be..."
Vinyl let herself be lead into bed and sleepily replied, "Huh?"
`Tucking her in, Octavia removed Vinyl's glasses and kissed her forehead. "Get some rest. I'll be in the kitchen when you wake."
It wasn't until much later that afternoon that Vinyl shot up from her sleep and realized exactly what had gone down, and that she was in for a long, loooong talk about her sleep habits.