Vault: MLP One-Shot Collection:
Lady Strange
This is the Prequel to Rainbow Rocks: Long Live Rock 'N Roll. I've had this idea floating around for some time, but since WolfDragon commented on Long Live Rock 'N Roll that I should do a story on how Vinyl and Casey met and fell in love, the idea hasn't left me alone. And in case anyone here is curious, Lady Strange is the title of a Def Leppard song (hey, I can't help that they're so kick-ass!) from their 1981 Album, High 'N Dry. The song is freakin' awesome, so I say find a way to listen to it and listen to it!
Also, the official ship name for Casey and Vinyl is: Wub 'N Roll.
This takes place about a day or two after the events of the FIRST Equestria Girls
(Canterlot City. 3rd Person POV)
"Ah, it's good to be back in America," a British accented voice exclaimed. An average sized male British teenager grunted as he thumb-tacked a Union Jack flag above a bed in his new room. "A little taste of home never hurt," he admired his favorite decoration of his man cave. Running a hand through his thick black mullet, the Brit sighed and sat down on his bed, deciding to take a break after the pain in the arse of moving from London, England back to Canterlot City, America. The pale green eyed 18 year old cracked his knuckles, laid down on his bed and pushed play on a tiny remote control. Bon Jovi's Livin' on a Prayer soon blasted over his MP3 sound system set up on his dresser near the window. In the corner of his room, sat a Fender Stratocaster six-string guitar painted dark blue with red flames on the body. Casey had been born with a keen ear for music, Rock 'N Roll to be exact. He received his first guitar when he was eight years old and played it as often as he could.
"Casey," a woman's soft voice spoke out as she knocked on the door to his room, "are you well adjusted yet?" she asked as she pushed the door open to see her son relaxing on his new bed. The teen pushed pause on his MP3 player, threw on a Union Jack tank top and stood up to greet his mother. "You know we still have to get you enrolled at the local high school tomorrow," she reminded her son.
"Right Mum," Casey flashed a grin. Casey had in fact been born in London, England eighteen years ago but his father's company had decided to relocate them overseas to Canterlot City, California when Casey was only six years old and just getting ready to start Kindergarten. The family had lived in the city until Casey completed sixth grade before his father's company brought them back to London.
"I know you're more excited to see your old friend Fluttershy," Amanda Knight, Casey's mother, smiled at her son. Fluttershy was Casey's only friend when he moved to California and attended the Canterlot Private Elementary School rather than the public Elementary School. Casey had been shy as a wee lad and barely talked to any other kids in school, until one day he was paired up with another student in Kindergarten to work on an art project. The girl was shy as well, but she was able to at least tell Casey her name: Fluttershy. At first, the two did their own thing on the project without talking to one another, resulting in them not being on the same page. Casey's mother got the idea to invite the timid girl over to their house for dinner to help break the ice between the two so they could complete the project. The idea was a success as Fluttershy became intrigued with Casey's mother and father's stories about living in England. Fluttershy and Casey then talked more often to each other even after they completed their art project and became the best of friends at the rather snooty private school.
Throughout the rest of Elementary School, Casey and Fluttershy became nearly inseparable, even with Fluttershy volunteering at the animal shelter to brighten the day of injured or unwanted pets. Wherever one went, the other followed suit, save for trips to the bathroom. Casey also became sort of her big brother and helped protect her from bullies at the school and with whatever injuries she had received. The British boy also became Fluttershy's shoulder to cry on when her first pet, a dog named Slinky, passed away when the two were in the fourth grade. The poor girl couldn't even talk to her parents, but she cried her heart out to her best friend who never left her side and never let go of her heart. And it was Casey whom bought her a white rabbit he named Angel from the local pet store. They knew they would only stay friends and become nothing more, yet they were completely fine with that, despite both of their parents kept teasing them about the idea.
Then, the day came near the end of sixth grade when Casey's father, Michael Knight, dropped the bombshell news that they would be moving back to London. This resulted in Casey temporarily running away to be alone with his thoughts on the matter. Hiding away in an alleyway with nothing more than a portable CD player and his headphones turned all the way up, Casey drowned himself down in his favorite music. Small tears were dripping from the boy's eyes when a gentle hand laced itself on his shoulder and squeezed itself gently. Fluttershy had heard the news as well from Casey's parents and set off to find him on her own. The boy didn't want to leave his best friend and cried his eyes out onto her shoulder, the same way she had done nearly two years prior with him. With only two weeks left in the school year and only three weeks before the move, Casey and Fluttershy spent ever hour of every day after school together, enjoying as much time as they could before they would be separated by what seemed like a million lightyears. Before he left, the best friends exchanged pictures of each other and their mailing addresses so they could stay in touch through letters; Casey never threw away a single letter his friend sent him. Instead, he set them in a handcrafted box that he made himself with her picture glued to the lid.
"Of course I am Mum," Casey replied and slipped his phone into his pocket, "haven't seen her in almost ten years; I can't wait one more day to see her," he pecked his mother's cheek and swiftly left the house to go see his best friend.
(With Casey)
Knowing Fluttershy, Casey had a gut feeling she would be at either the animal shelter or at the pet store. Putting on his headphones and turning on some Led Zeppelin, Casey strutted along the streets of Canterlot, trying to see how much had changed in seven years. Everywhere he looked, he saw various kids his age hanging out and some just walking down the street like him. A trio of girls about 16 or 17 nearly ran him over as they roller bladed and skateboarded by him on the sidewalk.
"Sorry Mister!" A yellow girl with red hair and a pink bow called out.
"Come on Applebloom," an orange girl with purple hair rolled her eyes, "are you trying to get someone killed?" she asked. Chuckling, Casey shrugged it off as teenagers having harmless fun and continued his way through town. The Brit breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the fresh air the city had to offer him as a gentle breeze wafted by. He stopped in his tracks as he approached the high school and gave it a look over. The front door area was covered with scaffolding, construction workers, building materials, power tools and various carpentry vehicles.
"Bloody hell," he took off his headphones, "what the hell happened here? Some drunk take a wrong turn?" He scratched his head. Stepping out of the way of a few more workers, Casey kept his gaze glued to the front of the building while walking off to try and get to the animal shelter. He approached a stoplight and pressed the button on the light pole when he realized he had forgotten where the animal shelter was! "Oh crap, was it on 3rd street or 4th street?" He placed his hand on his head and looked around, trying to get his memory to click. Someone tapped his shoulder, causing the Brit to turn around and see an orange girl with golden hair, a cowboy hat, boots, a button up shirt and a jean skirt.
"Yer turn ta go partner," she said kindly in a southern accent.
"Oh, sorry mate, after you," Casey allowed the girl to walk first.
"Thank ya kindly," the two walked through the crosswalk together. "So, Ah've never seen ya round these parts, ya new?" She questioned once the two reached the other side of the street.
"Yes and no," Casey replied, still cocking his head from side to side. "I moved here from London when I was six and then moved back to London after sixth grade and then I moved back here a few days ago," he explained.
"Well then, welcome back to our town," the girl stuck out her hand, "the name is Applejack," she smiled.
"Casey, Casey Knight," the Brit replied with a handshake. Applejack gasped and gripped his hand tighter.
"Yer Fluttershy's friend?!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah, how do you know who Fluttershy is?" Casey questioned.
"We've been best friends since 8th grade," Applejack explained, "she talks about ya a lot and shows us yer letters ta prove ya still talk ta one another."
"I won't stop talking to Fluttershy until the Apocalypse," Casey said, "but anyways, do you know where she is? I really want to see her before I enroll at the High School," Casey politely asked.
"Actually, she just texted me that she was goin' to be workin' at the Animal Shelter fer another twenty minutes, want me ta take ya?" Applejack offered.
"I would very much appreciate that Mate," Casey replied. "By the way, nice accent," he grinned.
"Back at ya," Applejack chuckled. Weaving through a small crowd, the two passed Sugar Cube Corner and a music shop which piqued Casey's interest.
"Hey, that wasn't there when I left," Casey pointed out.
"That music shop belongs ta Vinyl Scratch's family, but she runs it herself," Applejack explained.
"Is it any good?" Casey asked.
"Yep actually, Vinyl knows her instruments 'n only sells the best quality out there."
"Hmm, maybe I'll check it out," he replied.
"Fluttershy did mention ya played the guitar," Applejack pondered, "did she tell ya she's in a band with me 'n our friends?"
"She tells me just about everything," Casey explained, "you're the bass player right?"
"Eeyup, Ah like that deep, pulsatin' sensation runnin' through mah fingers when Ah play," she sighed.
"Really? I appreciate bass players. Rick Savage is my favorite," Casey replied. The farmer gave Casey a questionable look, revealing she had little to no clue who he was talking about. "Okay, I do also like Paul McCartney," Casey hoped she would know who he was talking about now. Applejack shrugged her shoulders and kept walking forward. "Michael Anthony?" He was grasping at straws now.
"Nnope, haven't heard 'o him either," Applejack admitted. This struck Casey as quite odd. She didn't have to know every living detail about bass players, but she should at least respect them enough to know who they are and what bands they played for.
"Flea?" Casey had one shot left.
"Eeyup, Ah like Flea, he's crazy on that there bass 'o his," Applejack smiled. Before Casey could say anything else, the orange girl stuck out her arm and stopped him from furthering his walk. "Here we are, the Canterlot Animal Shelter," Applejack announced.
"Huh, I remember it being on third street or fourth street," Casey scratched his head as they had arrived on second street.
"It used ta be 'til 'bout three years ago when they got enough fundraisin' money ta get a newer and bigger facility," Applejack explained as Casey held the door open for her and the two entered the building. "She must be in the back," Applejack said as she and the Brit scanned the front area over with no sign of Fluttershy. "'Scuse me Miss," Applejack struck up a conversation with the girl who was busy typing away at the computer, "is Fluttershy in the back?"
"Oh good to see you again Applejack, yes, she's cleaning out the dog kennels and playing fetch with the dogs," the girl explained and allowed the two access to the back area. After going through a narrow hallway, the duo reached another door and opened it to reveal Fluttershy wearing her green skirt and boots and a white T-Shirt with her back to Applejack and Casey while she played with one of the dogs, a huge German Shepherd.
"Aww, you're not a big meanie, you're just a big, cuddly sweetie aren't you?" Fluttershy cooed as she scratched the dog's belly, causing the dog to whine in euphoria and kick its leg. Getting a rather fiendish idea, Casey gave AJ the 'keep quiet' sign and slowly tip-toed his way over, not that he needed to since the dogs had been barking even before he arrived. "Okay Arnie, better get some water," Fluttershy stood up from her knees only to find a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. "EEP!" She squealed in shock and turned around to see who had her in a grip.
"Last I checked, my name was Casey, not EEP!" Casey grinned.
"CASEY! OH MY GOSH IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!" Fluttershy shouted at the top of her lungs and instantly returned the hug. Nuzzling the Brit's chest affectionately, Fluttershy stepped away and just relished the fact her best friend ever was back in town.
"I missed you Fluttershy, even though we wrote back at least twice a month," Casey said as memories from the past came rushing up.
"But I thought you said in your last letter that you wouldn't be here until next week?" Fluttershy asked, still trying to contain her excitement.
"Well, we were, but Dad's company found us an earlier flight and we packed up quicker than we thought, so we took advantage of it. I wanted to write you and tell you, but the letter would've arrived later than us, so I decided a surprise would be good enough," Casey explained.
"Ah see you two have a lot 'o catching up ta do," Applejack started to leave before Fluttershy stopped her.
"No, I was just about to wrap up here anyways, how about a trip to Sugar Cube Corner?" The timid girl suggested, "Rainbow told me that her and Rarity were going to meet up with Pinkie there shortly, plus I want all my new friends to meet my best friend," she hugged Casey once again.
"Actually, I'd love to Fluttershy, I've always wanted to see how well you did with making friends after I left," Casey replied.
(At Sugar Cube Corner)
"So Casey, did ya play in a rock band with yer guitar over in England?" Applejack asked as she sipped on a milkshake made by Pinkie Pie while the four waited for Rainbow Dash and Rarity to show up.
"Actually, I did shop around looking for a band to play with, but there was a limited number of options, and the ones I did tryout for, were either run by complete idiots who had no clue what they were doing or people who didn't care and just wanted to only rehearse like once or twice a week. Eventually, I gave up looking for a band that needed a guitar player, so I just kept working on guitar skills on my own time," Casey replied. A pink arm appeared with a peanut butter milkshake and set it down in front of Casey.
"It's really superly-awesome to meet Fluttershy's bestest British friend!" Pinkie Pie squealed.
"It's nice to meet you too Pinkie Pie," Casey cooly sipped his drink.
"Fluttershy always had fun stories about how close you two were when you were both little kiddies," Pinkie gushed, "tell me Casey," she sat down next to him, squeezing the Brit in between herself and Fluttershy, "did you ever have tea with the Queen, or at least crumpets?" She bit her lip in anticipation. "And did you ever get to see those guards in the fuzzy hats? Or did you get to wear one of those fuzzy hats?" she gasped.
"Pinkie, those are just stereotypes," Fluttershy meekly replied and petted Angel.
"Yeah, and besides, I much prefer Pepsi Light and Oreos over tea and crumpets any day," Casey replied, "that and I never personally met the Queen in my life, though I do recall her motorcade driving by when I was fifteen," Casey scooped some whipped cream out of his milkshake glass.
"What the hay is Pepsi Light?" Applejack curiously asked.
"Pepsi Light is the British version of Diet Pepsi," Casey cleared his throat before licking his lips of shake, "except I've seen both variations in the same cooler," he added.
"Is it weird seeing cars driving on the wrong side of the road?" A voice asked as the bell above the front door jingled.
"Rainbow Dash and Rarity!" Pinkie waved like a manic, leading the two teenage girls over to the table.
"Afternoon ladies, I'm-" Casey stuck out his hand to say hello, but Rainbow Dash interrupted.
"Yeah, you're Fluttershy's friend Casey, I recognize you from letters and your FaceSpace profile," the cyan athlete sat down across from Fluttershy, Casey and Pinkie, sitting next to Applejack. Rarity took the last vacant seat in the booth right next to Rainbow Dash.
"Well, we finally get to meet Fluttershy's British friend," Rarity smiled, "it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Knight, though I feel I should tell you mullets are so 1980s," she felt around his black hair.
"It's good to meet you too, uh Scarcity?" Casey asked and politely swatted her hand away.
"Rarity darling," she corrected.
"Yeah, Rarity. I feel I should tell you I love the 1980s, especially the hair, movies and music. Oh and you should drop that fake accent," he nonchalantly sipped the rest of his milkshake down.
"What? My accent is as real as yours," Rarity defended.
"Sure, and Godzilla is my father," he replied.
"Anyways, you never answered my question Patrick Stewart," Rainbow got Casey's attention, "is it weird seeing cars on our sides of the roads?" she asked.
"Meh, it doesn't matter to me, though your drivers handle disputes much different than in England," he said, "here your drivers flip each other off, in England, the drivers stop in the road and honk their horns a few times before driving off," he explained.
"Is there anything you miss about England?" Pinkie Pie asked, "like the double-decker buses or Big Ben?"
"The one thing I will miss is the cheaper prices, that's for sure," Casey winked, causing Fluttershy and Rarity to giggle. "Oh by the way, I'm enrolling at the High School tomorrow for our Senior Year, uh what the hell happened to the front of the school?" He asked. Strangely, all five girls froze and looked away from the Brit, as if they had something dark to hide. Fluttershy kept her head down to look at Angel, Pinkie Pie sipped her milkshake out of the corner of her mouth and looked over at another table, Applejack looked out the window, Rarity kept playing with her hair and Rainbow Dash looked down at her phone. "Well, don't everyone explain it at once," Casey said.
"Someone's truck lost its brakes in the middle of the night and crashed into the front of the building at about 60 miles per hour," Rainbow piped up.
"Oh, I assumed it was a drunk, is the Bloke okay?" Casey replied.
"Yeah, although he received a broken arm," Fluttershy added to Rainbow's explanation.
"Well, that sucks," he said. The group looked up as the bell above the door jingled. Casey dropped his glass onto the table and he stopped blinking. Luckily the glass didn't break, but it rolled around on the table top. "Who is that?" Casey asked in a breathless voice as a milky white girl with electric blue hair, purple shades and a huge headphones over her ears, walked into the cafe and up to the front counter.
"What can I get ya?" Mrs. Cake asked. The girl said nothing and pointed to a glazed doughnut in the display case. Mrs. Cake grabbed one from the case and dropped it into a bag for the girl whom paid her promptly. Casey's eyes followed her as she sat down alone in a booth in the corner and began to eat her glazed doughnut.
"Who, Vinyl Scratch?" Rarity answered Casey's question with her own question.
"That's Vinyl Scratch?" Casey referenced the girl Applejack mentioned earlier.
"Yeah, why do you ask Casey?" Fluttershy asked.
"I-I've never seen a girl like her before, she's amazing," his voice broke.
"Oooooh, someone's got a crush!" Pinkie Pie teased and bopped Casey's nose with her index finger. The Brit failed to notice as Vinyl took off her purple sunglasses and swiftly cleaned them with a napkin, revealing her magenta eyes temporarily.
"Oh my God," Casey whispered and turned away from Vinyl, feeling weird tightness in his chest.
"Casey, are you feeling okay?" Fluttershy placed her hand on his shoulder.
"I need to talk to her," Casey replied, "but first, is she seeing anyone?" he asked.
"Nnope, she's single," Applejack said.
"Oh crap, what do I say, can you girls help me?" Casey pleaded. The five girls looked at each other before looking back at Casey.
"Just go over and say hi and take it from there, easy peasy," Pinkie explained.
"But what if I freeze and make an arse out of myself?" Casey worried.
"You're one of the nicest guys in the world Casey, just be yourself and I'm sure she'll like you," Fluttershy encouraged her friend, "just remember that girls like honesty," she added.
"Hmm, you two would make an adorable and appropriate couple," Rarity pondered. Casey could feel his inner George McFly surfacing and groaned before resting his head on his hand.
"Come on," Rainbow rolled her eyes and motioned for Pinkie Pie to move, "grow a pair and go talk to her you pansy," she literally shoved Casey towards Vinyl's table. The Brit gulped as he caught himself and began to move under his own leg power. He kept thinking about what he was going to say to her when he approached, but feared he may not be able to get the words out.
Vinyl was nearly finished with her glazed doughnut and had taken off her headphones and paused her music. She wiped her hands with a napkin before looking up to see Casey approaching her. "Uh, hi, is this seat taken?" Casey nervously gulped.
"No, help yourself," she replied with a small smile, "nice accent too, what's your name?" she asked.
"Casey, Casey Knight," Casey cracked his knuckles, still trying to look at Vinyl without losing his breath.
"Cool, I'm Vinyl Scratch. Nice shirt too, I love the Union Jack flag," she explained and balled up her last napkin. "So, not that I don't want your company, but what made you want to sit down with me?" She curiously questioned.
"Thanks, and well uh, I thought you might want some company," he said, "that and I just moved back here from London and I thought I'd try to make some more friends besides Fluttershy over there," he motioned to his best friend.
"You're friends with Fluttershy? That's cool, she's a good kid," Vinyl retorted.
"So, Applejack tells me you run a music shop?" Casey tried to keep the conversation going.
"Yep, whatever you need, guitars, basses, drums, keyboards, strings, drum sticks, straps, music sheet stands, microphones," she listed off what her shop sold, "my parents own it, but I run it after school to help fund my DJ gigs," she explained.
"You're a DJ? That's actually pretty cool. Do you have a stage name?" The Brit started to feel a little more relaxed.
"DJ-Pon3, but yeah only when I'm on stage," Vinyl said, "other times people call me Vinyl, Vinyl Scratch or just "V", my friend Octavia always calls me by my full name, she's English too, I think you might like her," the DJ added. Casey sort of ignored the last part of her sentence, still intrigued by Vinyl.
"I'm a musician too. I play the electric guitar," Casey said.
"How long have you played?" Vinyl questioned, leaning her back onto her seat in the booth.
"Since I was eight. I've had the same guitar for that entire time; I just love to play.
"You ever had any gigs?"
"Nope, never could find a band good enough to stay with longterm," Casey shrugged.
"You know, I could use a guitar player for some of my DJ gigs," Vinyl suggested. "If your guitar skills are as good as your looks, then I wouldn't mind playin' some gigs with ya," she calmly said.
"I would like th- I'm sorry what did you say?" Casey cocked his head to the side to hear Vinyl better.
"What? I think you're pretty cute, is that a problem?" She teased.
"No, of course not," Casey replied as calmly as possible. 'Crap, she's flirting with me, what do I do?' Casey thought to himself while the two met a wall of silence. Vinyl looked back down at her phone when a napkin hit Casey upside his head. Curious, he looked behind him to see Fluttershy signaling him to open the napkin. Acting quickly, the British guitarist unraveled the napkin and read the message.
Talk about her favorite music and keep your cool, you're doing great :)
Casey waved a thank you to Fluttershy and turned back to Vinyl. "So uh, what music where you listening to before you started on your doughnut there?" He asked. Vinyl set her phone down on the table and looked back up to Casey.
"Just a little Van Halen and Aerosmith, you like either of those bands?" Vinyl replied. Instead of replying to the actual question, Casey decided to go for broke and return the flirt.
"I knew you were my kind of girl," he smirked.
"Oh really, what kind of girl is that Casey?" She leaned closer, awaiting his answer.
"The gorgeous kind that have great tastes in music," Casey mustered up as much confidence as he could. Vinyl said nothing in response, instead she stared at Casey through her sunglasses before slowly removing them. Casey's heart pounded, both for fear of what she was going to say and for his feelings for her. Her magenta eyes blinked when she took off her sunglasses and set them on the table.
"Smooth, I like that," her deep eyes locked onto Casey's pale green orbs. "I guess it's true, British guys know how to treat a lady," she winked. "Say Casey, wanna come see my music shop? I can show you my selection of strings, picks and guitars," she offered and put her sunglasses back on.
"Right now?" Casey mentally did a double-take.
"Yeah sure, I've got free time, and I've got some inventory to finish up on, plus I can show you my DJ setup if you want," she stood up from her booth.
"O-okay, that sounds good," Casey stood up as well and the two headed for the exit. Holding the door open for Vinyl, Casey blushed as the five girls all gave him a thumbs up. "I'll text ya later Fluttershy," Casey remarked as he and Vinyl left.
"Ah'm no expert on romance, but Ah'd say he did pretty well," Applejack leaned her arm on the back of the chair.
"Pretty well? Pretty WELL!?" Pinkie exclaimed loudly, "we've got a new couple on our hands here! Wub 'N Roll!"
"Wub 'N Roll, whatever do you mean Pinkie?" Rarity asked in a puzzled tone.
"Duh, Vinyl likes her Wub Wub music and Casey likes his Rock 'N Roll: Wub 'N Roll!" Pinkie explained.
(Vinyl's Music Shop)
Vinyl unlocked the main door to shop and turned on all the lights, leading Casey inside. "Alright, here she is, the Scratch family music shop," Vinyl announced as Casey looked over the guitar section of the store.
"Wow, nice selection," Casey picked up a guitar nearly identical to the one Steve Clark played for Def Leppard.
"How about this, play me any guitar solo from any song, and if you wow me enough, I'll give something on the house," she offered up.
"No, I couldn't do that to your store Vinyl," Casey tried to sound reasonable.
"Shut up and shred," Vinyl ordered him.
"Yes ma'am," Casey strapped on the guitar and plugged it into the nearest Peavy amp. "How about Stagefright?" Casey asked. Vinyl gave him the thumbs up and leaned forward on the counter, waiting to hear what Casey could do. The Brit strummed the guitar a few times to make sure it was in tune before performing the solo. Finally, Casey sucked in a deep breath before placing his fingers in the correct position and began the solo.
Casey leaned his head back and let his fingers work their magic on the guitar strings. Shutting his eyes so he could better feel the solo, Casey's hands became a blur once the heart of the solo hit. Vinyl once again removed her sunglasses and stood, mesmerized by how fluent and in control Casey was on the guitar. Once the solo was over, Casey breathed deeply and took the guitar off his back and switched off the amp. "So, how was that?" He asked before setting the guitar back on the rack on the wall.
"I think I got something you'll like," Vinyl appeared from behind the counter and approached Casey.
"A new strap would be-" Casey started before Vinyl grabbed his shoulders and rammed her lips onto his. "MMMPH!" Casey exclaimed in shock as Vinyl began to make out with him. He got another shock as the DJ parted his lips with her tongue and stuck it inside his mouth and started to explore. She then pushed him into a wall and ran her hands over his muscular chest. His hormones taking control, Casey leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Vinyl and began to rub her back. Vinyl moaned as his hands explored her back and their tongues wrestled for dominance.
The two finally broke for air and breathed hard and short. "Well, that, was, unexpected," Casey said in between breaths, still sandwiched between the wall and Vinyl.
"I've never had a guy with the balls to flirt with me like that, or have a smexy accent like that," Vinyl said, breathing hard as well.
"Do you just randomly make out with any guy who compliments you?" Casey smirked.
"No, but with you, I made an exception," she replied. "Truth is, I saw you when I walked into Sugar Cube Corner and I hoped you'd come talk to me; I've got a thing for guitarists, especially British ones," she playfully nibbled on his neck. Casey returned the favor and started nibbling on her neck, the two of them receiving hickeys in the process.
"So, what does this mean?" Casey asked, pausing from the little steamy session between the two.
"What are you talking about?" Vinyl looked up from laying her head on Casey's shoulder.
"Well, are we a thing now?" He asked. Rolling her eyes, Vinyl grabbed his shoulders again.
"Let me answer that," she stuck her tongue down his throat again and pushed him back against the wall. Casey threw all logic out the window and continuing the make out session that erupted out of nowhere. The new couple continued making out well into the night and only stopped when they noticed the street lights come on. "Holy crap, we've been making out for four hours?" Casey couldn't feel his lips anymore.
"When you're with the right person, time doesn't mean shit," Vinyl slipped her skewed T-Shirt back over her shoulder. "Heh, I've got four missed calls and seven texts, half from my folks and the other half from Octavia. Boy won't she be surprised I bagged me a Brit," Vinyl checked her phone.
"Oop, I win," Casey smirked, "eight missed calls, only two from my folks, the other six from Fluttershy and twelve texts, all from Fluttershy," he bragged. "That reminds me, better not forget to swap numbers," Casey suggested.
"Well, you've already got mine," Vinyl put her sunglasses back on.
"What? When and where?" Casey asked.
"Let's just say, one of those bulges aren't natural," she teased. Looking down, Casey saw a wad in his pocket next to his, yeah. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Vinyl's number.
"When did you?"
"Right after we started making out, what do you think I was doing behind the counter?" Vinyl playfully punched his arm.
"You sly tease," Casey rubbed his arm.
"Shoot me a text when you get home; I'll see you in school tomorrow," Vinyl escorted Casey out of the music shop and locked up. As Casey walked the streets back home, he shot a text to Vinyl and one to Fluttershy.
Fluttershy: I'm SO proud of you Casey! Can't wait to see you tomorrow in school. I hope we have the same classes.
Lying down on his bed, Casey put on his headphones and turned his phone to the song that kept playing over and over in his head.
Lady Strange, Lady Strange, I want you
Lady Strange, Lady Strange, I need you
Okay, so this is the story of how Vinyl and Casey got together. I got the inspiration from when I listened to Def Leppard's Lady Strange.
