Vinyl Scratch lie on the top bunk. She was always on the top bunk (to Octavia's irritation).
“It's a fucking secret!” said Vinyl, likely too loudly.
Octavia cringed: “Well then why'd you bring it up?”
“I-I didn't!” Vinyl was nervous. It made Octavia laugh.
“Tell me!” she demanded.
“Just drop it” Vinyl replied.
Octavia got out of bed. She put her fore-hooves onto the top bunk so she could look at her friend.
“Vinyl I tell you everything.”
“Yeah but this isn't a real secret,” Vinyl averted her eyes.
“?” Octavia looked confused.
“It's not even a secret,” Vinyl rushed out. “It's not important.”
“Hmph!” Octavia pouted, “Anything you wanna keep from me seems pretty important.”
“Just drop it!” Vinyl grew angry.
Octavia's eyes widened.
She returned to her bunk. “Ok... Geez.”
Silence.
“Did you kill some-pony?” Octavia was worried.
“No!” Vinyl stuttered. “It isn't anything like that!” She was blushing.
“Whew!” Octavia breathed a sigh of relief.
Another silence.
“Vinyl?”
“Octavia?”
“If you killed someone you'd tell me right?”
“I told you-”
“I know,” Octavia interrupted her friend, (sorry she'd upset her). “But if you did, you'd tell me right?”
Vinyl thought for a moment.
“Yeah Octy. I'd tell you.”
Silence.
“Octavia?”
“Yes Vinyl?”
“If you killed somepony you would tell me right?”
Octavia raised her hoof, “I promise.”
Hoof bump.
Both fillies thought for a while, Octavia finally breaking the silence:
“So what's your secret?”
“Fuck you.”
“Tell me! It's not fair!” Octavia was pouting. “I always tell you everything and you never tell me nothing. I swear I won't tell anyone!”
“It's not that!” Vinyl sighed. Her friend was right. She had become rather private lately. There was a lot to think about. “It's just dumb.”
A silence.
“It's a crush.” Broken by Vinyl this time.
“Who is it!” shouted Octavia. She was beaming.
“That's it. That's my secret. There.”
“Who is it who is it!”
Vinyl sighed. She tried, but she couldn't find the words.
Octavia gasped. “AAAAh! I know who it is!”
Vinyl grew worried, “You do?”
“It's Burt McClain! He's the only boy I see you hang out with.”
Vinyl sighed, “...Who said it was a boy?”
Slowly realization dawned on Octavia's face.
“Is it me?” she asked it without hesitation.
“No,” Vinyl responded the same.
Octavia took a breath, “Who is it who is it who is it!”
Astonishing. She was unfazed. Her best friend had just discovered she liked fillies and she was acting the same as before. Vinyl brought it up:
“You're not surprised.”
“What?”
“I like fillies.”
“Who is it who is it -”
“Octavia!” Vinyl cut off the now familiar rant. “I. I thought you'd... react.”
“OK!” Octavia smiled.
“But. You didn't.” Vinyl continued.
Octavia nodded.
“So you don't care?”
Realization dawned Octavia's face once more, “Was THAT your secret!”
Octavia began to laugh.
Vinyl grew angry. “What the hell is so funny?”
Between giggles Octavia told her.
“You were going on like you needed me to help you hide a body!”
She burst into another fit of laughter.
Vinyl was confused.
“You're right,” Octavia stood up. “That's not a real secret. Do you wanna know what the real secret is?”
“Uh OK.” What is this Vinyl wondered.
“Who is it who -”
“Lyra OK!” Vinyl faced the wall.
Octavia gasped...
“Who?”
“Lyra.” Vinyl sighed. “I'll point her out to you at school.”
“Are you guys gonna KISS?”
“Fuck you.”
The first pause in a while.
“She thinks I'm really funny.” Vinyl started.
“OOOOOOOOOO!” said Octavia.
Vinyl continued, “And we talk after school sometimes-”
“OOOOOOOOOOOh!” Octavia inserted.
“Goddammit Octavia.”
“What's that? Vinyl and Leeron are sitting in a tree?”
“Lyra.”
“And they're K-I-S-S-I-N-G! My god!”
“Fuck you,” said Vinyl. She was smiling.
Octavia chuckled.
She flicked off the light. “Goodnight Vinyl”.
“Night Octy”.