//------------------------------// // A time for a fair match, and meeting friends // Story: GTVS: The Great Teacher Vinyl Scratch // by Mariacheat-Brony //------------------------------//         After Octavia’s little accident, life had re-taken its normal course in Celestia’s Royal Academy. It had been awkward with her classmates at first, but they quickly overcame it for the better. Now, a bit more than a week before the Nightmare Night Festival, the seniors of the music department had their unity back and its students were more than ready for their upcoming performance. There was no conflict between the students anymore. “What the hell is going on in here?” Theresa asked in a shocked shriek after having opened the door to the teachers’ lounge.         That wasn’t really the case for the teachers though. “Just a minute, Theresa!” Vinyl grunted through the sounds of a modern warfare that were filling the room.         Vinyl and Selene didn’t bother to look away from the tv screen, both too busy pressing repeatedly on the controller they each had in their hands, biting their lips with an extremely focused frown. “Come on, Moonlight!” Selene said to the character on the right side of the split-screen. “TAKE COVER!” she ordered him frantically. “Shouting at him won’t make him go any...OH crap!” Vinyl’s moment of inattention caused her character to be exposed on the battlefield. “Vai! Vai!” [Come on! Come on!] she let out in a panicked voice as she made him sprint to a shelter. “Run! Run! Ru...OH MAAAN!” she shouted in disappointment as Pon-3 got headshotted just in front of the shelter. “Nearly got the flag back to base and… OH COME ON!” Selene threw her controller on the table in frustration when Moonlight shared Pon-3’s fate. “Again CH40S-SP4WN! He’s been focusing on me since the beginning of the game!” she complained loudly. “What’s going on in here?” Theresa yelled. “What did you do to the break room?” “Other than bringing a video games station in it, nothing,” Vinyl replied as Selene picked her controller up. “Let’s get them this time, Selene!” she added firmly as they went back to the game. “ROCK ON!” the Literature teacher let out a furious warcry. “Turn this thing off!” Theresa demanded loudly. “I can’t even hear me thinking over all this noise!” “What did you say?” Vinyl asked, her eyes focused on the game. “I didn’t get it. DIO CANE! E DA PER TUTTO!” [GOD DAMMIT! HE’S EVERYWHERE!] she growled angrily as she was shot down once again. “Why did you install that thing here?” Theresa asked firmly, pointing at the game station next to the lounge’s television. “Matter of fact, why are you even here in the first place? Your classes start at one PM and it’s only nine twenty AM!” “I was bored at home,” Vinyl replied with sad puppy eyes. “I’m all alone there….. It’s sad…” “Woaw… You only need Viola to play your melancholy, and it’ll be perfect for a tragic play,” Theresa replied in a mocked impressed tone. “Fine, I just wanted gaming partners!” Vinyl confessed abruptly. “Wanna join us? We still got two controllers.” “Don’t you have something better to do than video games?” Theresa asked with narrowed eyes. “Like helping with the school’s paperwork?” “YOU’d trust ME with the school’s paperwork?” Vinyl asked back with a cocked eyebrow. Theresa blinked at the young blue haired woman’s question. “Not really,” she admitted slowly. “That’s what I thought,” Vinyl replied with a short chuckle. “I’d not trust myself with the school’s paperwork either.” “Still do you have to bring those games that change healthy people into violent maniacs in our school?” “Now, playing video games doesn’t turn people into maniac,” Vinyl said with a frown. “YES! THAT’S IT! RUN LITTLE CH40S! RUN!” Selene yelled in a sardonic laugh. “I’m going to catch you, and I’m going to cut you! Then, I’ll use the defib to revive you and cut you again! And I’m going to repeat that process until you’re so disgusted of this game that you’ll delete your accoun...... FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!” she shouted angrily when her character died of a rocket launch. “When it’s not CH40S, it’s Sunbutt-01! Damn those two! They’ve been ruining my game!” she added while kicking the coffee table. “Then again, there are some exceptions,” Vinyl sheepishly chuckled at Selene’s well placed declaration. “So you wanna play?” she asked, offering a third controller to the vice-principal. “Have you even met me?” Theresa asked with a cocked eyebrow. ***** “Take the way to the right, Vincenza!” Theresa ordered as she made her character run from cover to cover. “Selene, take the center, while I’ll go left! We should be able to corner those two punks!” “Right on, chief!” Vinyl replied as she did as instructed. “Flash grenade, incoming!” Selene let out when her character threw a grenade in the ruined bunker in which they had cornered the ones who had been the trio’s two nemesis for last half hour. “GO! GO! GO!” Theresa nearly shouted fervently. “Now, we will get th…”         The vice-principal froze when her character was assassinated from behind while Selene’s was headshotted a few seconds before Vinyl’s shared his fate. The gaming trio blinked in shock before glancing at each other. “WHAT THE HELL?!” they shouted in unison before kicking coffee table at the same time in frustration. “HOW DID THEY DO THAT?” they asked when they noticed on the screen the two names of the ones who had taken them down. “Who are these guys?” Selene asked angrily. “They’ve been onto us since we connected to the server!” ~~~~~ “WHAT THE HELL?! HOW DID THEY DO THAT?” Celeste heard three women shouting from the floor just below her office, doing her best to suppress her mocking giggles. “And, that, my dear Sunbutt-01, is how you get revenge on your little sister and her new friend for embarrassing us during the meeting,” Dimitri stated with a chuckle while he was sitting on the Headmistress chair with the Headmistress in question sitting on his lap. “I must admit it worked out just fine, CH40S-SP4WN,” Celeste replied playfully as she put her controller in the opened drawer of her desk. “That’s it for today though. There’s work to be done.” “Aye, Aye, boss!” Dimitri nodded before turning the console and the television, both lying in the largest cupboard of the office, off.         As soon as he put his controller in the drawer and closed it, Celeste stretched her arms in the air while still sitting on Dimitri’s lap. The math teacher softly blushed when the headmistress inadvertently rubbed her bottom on his groin during her stretching session. “How do you expect me to go to my classes if you do that?” he asked in a mix of annoyance and playfulness. “Doing what?” Celeste asked, looking back at Dimitri with a puzzled frown. “Oh!” she let out in realization. “You mean that?” she added with a pure expression of mischief before wiggling her behind against the math teacher’s body. “You’re the most evil woman on the planet, Celeste!” Dimitri stated in a frustrated growl, his blush deepening intensively. “Why do I even put up with all the mean things you do to me?” “Because you love it when I’m mean, maybe?” “The worst part is that you’re absolutely right.” Dimitri chuckled before planting a small kiss on Celeste’s cheek. “Where do you have class again?” she asked with curiosity. “Class 105 B, why?” “So it’s a two minute long walk, and the twenty minute long recess will start in five…” Celeste stated as she stood up briefly to straddle the math teacher. “... so that gives us twenty-three minute…” she passed her arms around his neck. “How about twenty-three minute of apology for being mean to you?” “Hmmm, that sounds interesting. What sort of apology do you have in mind?” Dimitri asked with a knowing smile. “You’ll see,” Celeste replied in an eager whisper before leaning in. ~~~~~ “I guess that’s it!” Vinyl sighed as she put her controller on the coffee table while the bell announcing the start of recess rang. “We’ll just have to try and get them some other time,” she added before turning the television off. “Same time next Friday?” “That should be feasible,” Selene replied softly. “What about you, Theresa?” “You’re asking me to join you next Friday?” Theresa asked in a surprised, shocked tone. “Yeah, you were pretty cool during the game,” Vinyl nodded with a small smile. “Besides, you liked it as much as Selene and I.” she chuckled playfully. “Huh, I guess,” Theresa let out with a small blush. “I suppose I can see if I don’t have much to next Friday morning,” she added quietly. “Nice… Excuse me,” she added as her ringtone for a text message rang from her pocket. “Let’s see…” she read her message, her smile growing bigger as she did. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you for lunch!”         With that, Vinyl eagerly left the teachers’ lounge, leaving the former and actual vice-principals alone with each a controller in their hand. After glancing at each other, they each narrowed their eyes with a competitive frown. “I’m going to pwn you, Selene!” Theresa smirked as Selene started another game. “You’re cute when you’re trying to sound young, Theresa!” Selene chuckled. “But, don’t get it wrong, the one who will be pwned shall be you!”         And thus started a long and arduous battle for the title of best Vice-Principal between the two women, not that first-person-shooter games had anything to do with being a vice-principal, but as Vinyl said it earlier: there were exceptions to the fact that video games didn’t turn people into maniacs, and two of them were sitting in the teachers’ lounge. ~~~~~         Vinyl walked to the teachers’ parking lot, noticing happily the woman wearing an elegant white raincoat waiting for someone next to the building’s entrance, her back turned to the building, and her long, curly, purple hued, black hair waving because of the soft breeze of October. “Ciao, Bella!” [Hey, Beautiful!] Vinyl called her friend softly. “Ha fatto un buon viaggio?” [You had a good trip?] “Je t’ai déja dit de me parler dans une langue que je peux comprendre, Vincenza,” [I told you already to speak to me in a language I can understand, Vincenza!] Rarity replied in amusement while facing her friend who lifted her arms in surrender. “Glad to see that the suit I made you is useful,” she added when she noticed that Vinyl was wearing her white, formal suit. “That’s the first thing you say?” Vinyl asked, gasping in a mocked hurt. “Where’s my ‘so happy to see you’ hug?” “You must have mistaken me with Patricia, darling,” Rarity giggled before giving her friend a small kiss on the cheek. “How have you been?” “Great!” Vinyl assured with a nod. “Teaching is a lot more fun than I thought it would be!” “I have trouble believing that those words just came out of your mouth,” Rarity chuckled playfully. “From you, the outstanding school skipper.” “I know, right?” Vinyl laughed with Rarity. “Anyway, where’s your blonde soon-to-be-wife?” “Ah’m right here, Vi’!”         The pair turned their head to where the southern accented voice came from, seeing a tall blonde in slightly less fashionable clothes than Rarity’s: a pair of worn out jeans and an old, brown, leather jacket, walking in their direction. “Hey, Jackie!” Vinyl went to hug the blonde who simply tapped her teacher friend’s back. “Oh, come on! I haven’t seen you in a bit more than two months! Give me some love!” “Fine!” Jacquelyn chuckled with a roll of her eyes before hugging the former DJ so strongly that she lifted her off the ground. “Better?” “Much better!” Vinyl replied cheerfully. “If only you weren’t so in love with Fussy Pants here, I’d keep you all for myself!” she added playfully when Jacquelyn put her down. “Sorry, sugar, but Ah only have eyes for ma princess,” the blonde assured, earning an amorous smile from her fiancée. “Even if she’s a little bit fussy,” she added with a short laugh.         That remark earned her and Vinyl a soft whack at the back of their skulls from Rarity who clearly didn’t appreciate being called fussy. The whacked pair winked at each other while the offended seamstress pouted sourly. “Come on, Sugarcube,” Jacquelyn whispered softly, passing her arms around Rarity’s waist. “Ya know we were just kiddin’ ya.” she gave her future wife a small kiss on the temple. Rarity sighed with a growing smile. “I know. I know. It’s much like you to do so,” she agreed playfully. “And, I should have known that Vincenza would still be childish despite her current profession!” she added with a smirk. “If you two still want me to give you a tour of the school, you’d have to be more nice to me!” Vinyl threatened with sly grin. “And, if ya wanna get ma Rarity to give yer students a lecture on image and what not, or if ya wanna get yer italian coffee machine that is ma pickup’s trunk, you’d not argue with what we tell ya!” Jacquelyn grinned triumphantly when Vinyl’s eyes widened at the mention of her coffee machine. “Now, how about ya give us our tour?” “If you’d follow me, ladies,” Vinyl said with a short, pompous bow. “Lead the way, darling,” Rarity giggled as Vinyl waved her and Jacquelyn inside. “Good job on that one, honey,” she added before pecking her lover’s lips softly. “Well, Ah’d not pass on that tour,” Jacquelyn replied softly. “Now that Ah start makin’ some decent money, Ah’d like to send Alice to a good school.” “If you want, I could introduce you to the headmistress,” Vinyl suggested. “If she got time, why not,” Jacquelyn shrugged. “But, Ah’d like to have a look at what they have to offer first, y’all understand?” “Totally!” Rarity and Vinyl nodded.         The trio spent the next hour visiting the school grounds. Vinyl showed her two friends her classroom, the main lecture hall, the labs, the cafeteria in which Jacquelyn found that the canteen lady looked a lot like her late grandmother (only bigger). There was only one place left to see, the sports facilities.         After seeing the tracks and the  football and soccer fields, Vinyl lead Jacquelyn and Rarity in the large gymnasium, noticing that her female students were playing basketball. While her friends glanced around from the bleachers, the teacher walked down to the terrain to chat with Diana who was sitting on the substitutes’ bench. “Hey, Diana.” “Hmm?” The flautist looked around. “Oh, hi, Miss Scratch! What are you doing here?” “Just showing the school to some friends,” Vinyl replied, nodding at Rarity and Jacquelyn. “How’s the game going?” she asked, her gaze wandering on the terrain before falling on Octavia.         The young cellist was wearing the school’s sport uniform, much like her fellow students, a dark crimson pair of shorts with a white, cotton t-shirt with red streaks on the rims and collar, along with a bright green jersey to show which team she was part of. She had tied her long, black hair in a ponytail so that it won’t get in her way during the game. She should style like that more often, Vinyl couldn’t stop her thoughts. It makes her look cute… Well, cuter than she already is. A small smile made its way on the teacher’s face. “Bad!” Diana said sourly, pulling her teacher out of her reverie. “We’re lead 24 to 2, and we’re not even at the end of the first quarter!” “Wow..” Vinyl looked at a tall white haired girl passing easily the defense made by her students before scoring a basket as easily. “Well, they look pretty good.” “Of course they are!” Diana sulked. “They’re the girls from the sports department, and the actual basketball team of the school!” she glared at the five girls with the red jerseys mocking the young musicians. “Really?” Vinyl frowned. “What kind of match-making is that?” “Coach Will has a grudge against our class since Nathan changed of studies orientation last year,” Diana explained. “And, he’s been giving us a hard time since then!” “And, you never complained about it?” Vinyl asked with a cocked eyebrow. “Well, he hasn’t done anything not allowed by the school’s rules,” Diana said slowly. “It’s just things like making us play against his star players, or doing the same exercises as them when we have sports with them. Only that we, unlike those jocks, don’t have ten hours of training in addition to our two hours in common during the week,” she added, groaning when the opposing team scored another basket. “Ooooh, yeah!” the one who had just scored, an athletic brown haired girl, let out with a small victory dance. “Do you see that, girls?” she asked Vinyl’s students with a smirk. “Do you see what you get when you try to oppose the Dash?” “My, what boasting,” Rarity commented casually as Dash kept showing off in front of the musicians’ team. “Well, ya have to admit that she’s good enough to boast a little,” Jacquelyn added, seeing Dash mocking Viola’s dribbling technique, making the violinist become red of anger or embarrassment. “Though there are limits to everythin’ Ah guess.” “Dash, knock it off, and get in the center for the throw-in!” Coach Will ordered firmly, though a bit late to Vinyl’s liking. “Will, can I talk to you for a second?” Vinyl asked as she walked to the coach’s side. “Uh, sure,” he replied in confusion. “Two minutes of time out, everyone!” he shouted to the group, earning relieved sigh from the musicians. “I wonder what’s Scratch doing here,” Laura said as the team went to join Diana on the bench. “She’s showing her friends around,” Diana replied pointing at Jacquelyn and Rarity who were watching Vinyl speak with the coach. “Jacquelyn?” Fiona blinked in shock when she noticed the blonde sitting a few meters behind the bench. “What are ya doin’ here?” “Oh, howdy, Fiona!” Jacquelyn waved with a smile. “Ah didn’t know ya were one of Vinyl’s students.” “Who?” five of the six students asked in confusion. “It’s one of Scratch’s nicknames,” Octavia explained, earning ooohs of understanding from her classmates. “You know one of Scratch’s friends, Fiona?” Laura asked in an offended tone. “Why didn’t you tell us?” “Hey, Ah don’t see ma cuzins very often since Ah’m boarding in Canterlot,” Fiona replied with an angered growl. “Ah don’ know who they’re friends with.” “Also, we’re like third cuzins twice removed or somethin’,” Jacquelyn added. “Even before that, we mostly saw each other only on family reunion, our big events, like wedding and such.” “Speakin’ of wedding, how’s your’s comin’ along?” Fiona asked cheerfully. “Well, the bride’s parents are bein’ a bit hard to handle,” Jacquelyn replied with a wince before Rarity whacked her head. “You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking about my parents, could you?” Rarity growled angrily, suddenly making the group of students uncomfortable. “What? It’s the truth!” “I know it is, but you don’t need to say it to everyone!” “So, you two are getting married?” Laura let out in surprise. “Is that a problem?” Jacquelyn and Rarity forgot about their argument to stare at the lyrist with narrowed eyes. “No! No! That’s cool!” Laura quickly said defensively. “It’s just that you two look so different that it surprised me a bit, that’s all!” “Ok, Class Pon-3! Gather around!” Vinyl called as she walked to her students, inadvertently saving Laura from a conversation that could have gone south very easily. “You called your class after your stage name?” Rarity asked with a cocked eyebrow. “They did it, I’m just going with the flow of things,” Vinyl explained with a shrug. “Anyway, I convinced Will to change your team a little,” she said to her students. “You’re allowed to take one player in more in your team.” “Yeah, but who?” Beatrice asked. “I don’t want to play with any of those jocks!” she explained, waving at the opposing team. “Same for us!” the rest of the team claimed angrily. “I figured as much, don’t worry!” Vinyl smiled before turning to her blonde friend. “Jackie, you’re up!” “Huh?” Jacquelyn replied in confusion. “Ya want me to play with yer students?” “Yep!”         At that statement, all of Vinyl’s students tilted their heads in confusion, with the sole exception of Fiona who grinned happily. “Huh, Ah suppose Ah could,” Jacquelyn sheepishly answered before facing her future wife. “If ya don’ mind of course!” “Go ahead, Darling.” Rarity nodded. “Just try to be nice with them.” “What?” The white haired girl in the school’s team nearly shouted for the entire gymnasium. “So because they’re a bunch of lame dweebs, they can have another player?” “Gilda, relax!” Dash replied, loud enough for Vinyl’s team to hear. “It doesn’t matter if they have another player. I mean, look who they can call? Their teach, that blonde who looks like she came straight from the country hills, or the prissy looking one. It’s in the bag, I tell you!” “Really bad move, girl,” Vinyl said to herself before glancing at Rarity with a knowing grin. “Darling,” Rarity whispered in an angry frown. “Yes, sugar?” “Take those jocks down!” “With great pleasure, ma Lady!” Jacquelyn replied as she stood up.         The quiet chuckles in the opposing team died down when they realized the height of the blonde in the bleachers. She was easily a head taller than Gilda, the tallest girl in their team. Some couldn’t stop from gulping when Jacquelyn took her jacket and shirt off as it gave them a fairly good idea of the blonde’s well endowed musculature under her skin tight, white top. “Hehe!” Fiona chuckled quietly after passing her jersey to her cousin and sitting on the bench with Octavia while the rest of the team went on the terrain. “Why are you laughing?” Octavia asked. “Because she knows that Will is going to regret that decision, and that they will regret mocking Jacquelyn and Rarity,” Vinyl replied with a small smirk. “Why?” Octavia asked as Dash passed the ball to Gilda for the throw-in. “Watch,” Vinyl advised softly.         Gilda managed to dribble for about two meters before Jacquelyn intercepted the ball and ran at top speed through their defense as if it hadn’t been in place. When she reached close to the basket, she jumped and dunked the ball in the ring before hooking to it with one arm. “Wow!” Octavia along with all the players on the terrain let out in awe. “My Jacquelyn has just been offered a spot in Manehatten’s top, professional basketball team,” Rarity explained with pride. “That’s why I first told her to be nice to your opponents.”         The school’s basketball team’s reaction after four other dunks from the blonde was to mark her for the rest of the game, but, Jacquelyn stopped playing offensive after that. She spent the rest of the game advising the girls in her team on how to break the defense, making decisive passes, and defending the basket.         In that way, every girl in team Pon-3 played an active role in the game, each scoring a couple of times thanks to Jacquelyn’s advices, or passes. For the first time in a while, they actually had fun during the PE hours.         While the girls of her class and her friend were having fun on the court, Vinyl was admiring her students slowly, but surely reducing the difference in the score with Rarity. “So, who’s the one you’re living with?” Rarity asked out of curiosity. “The genius cellist, Octavia?” “Long, black hair with ponytail,” Vinyl replied softly. “The one who’s trying to shoot.” Her explanation was followed by cheers from her students and groans from their opponents. “The one who just scored actually,” she corrected herself with pride. “Oh, she’s pretty,” Rarity commented in a professional tone, tilting her head to observe the young cellist. “She’d be perfect for a dress I’m working on right now!” “Bella, I didn’t ask you to come here to recruit models,” Vinyl replied playfully. “Look what you did to the first one!” she added, pointing at Jacquelyn. “I don’t see any differences with the beautiful, young woman from the country that I met years ago,” Rarity replied softly, casting an amorous glance at the blonde. “Sure, because the country gal back then would have asked your permission to play some basketball?” Vinyl asked with a knowing smirk. “You changed her into a submissive little lady, admit it!” “I can assure you that when she wants to, she’s the exact opposite of submissive,” Rarity blurted out with rosy cheeks. Vinyl blinked at the sight of Rarity’s blush before her smirk widened. “So the roles are reversed in the bedroom, huh?” Rarity gulped, her blush spreading to her whole face. “Not just the bedroom, to be completely honest,” she couldn’t stop her whispered reply before it was too late. “Wooooh! That’s some great gossip!” Vinyl chuckled. “We’ll discuss about it around a drink later!” “So, what’s it like to live as a teacher?” Rarity tried to change the topic of conversation. “Changing,” Vinyl replied. “I wake up around six thirty everyday. I feel more responsible about many things, more calm… Heck I still haven’t been in a single night club since I moved here!” “You what?” Rarity gasped in shock. “In two months, the infamous DJ Pon-3 hasn’t been clubbing in Canterlot?” “Surprenant, n’est ce pas?” [Surprising, isn’t it?] Vinyl asked. “That’s what I thought too when I realized it,” she added when Rarity nodded. “What did you do during your evenings then?” “Preparing my lessons, trying to write a few songs here and there… Didn’t make much progress in that though,” she added in a defeated tone. “You’ll get to it, Vincenza,” Rarity patted her friend’s back softly. “I know you will.” “Thanks, Rare!” Vinyl said softly. “Do you do anything else to occupy your soirées?” “Well, I used to discuss with Octavia a lot every evening,” Vinyl smiled softly in remembrance. “Why do you say you used to?” Rarity asked in confusion. “You’re not doing it anymore?” “Nah.” Vinyl shook her head slowly. “Since that incident with Laura… Patty told you about it, right?” Rarity nodded. “Since then, Octavia and I had been kinda distant with each other,” she explained with a short, sad sigh. “Why is that?” “I suppose that even if she was told that no one thought of her as a teacher’s pet, Octavia still needed to make it more obvious.” Vinyl’s shoulders slumped a bit. “I understand why she did that… I mean I was the one who found her after the incident. It’s been tough for her… But I really miss spending time with her outside the school hours.” “That much?” Vinyl nodded. “What did you do during those conversations?” “Nothing special. Most of the time we listened to styles music she hadn’t heard before,” Vinyl smiled brightly. “I’d answer any question she had on the subject, we would argue about whether or not it’s better than another… She has a valid opinion about nearly everything… It was getting harder and harder to have the last word with her!” she let out with fondness. “So you like spending time with her because she challenges you?” Rarity asked with a cocked eyebrow. “I know it may sound a bit selfish, but I guess that it must have something to do with that,” Vinyl admitted with a nod. “But, it’s not just that! We watched movies, played some board games, I taught her how to speak Italian a bit, you know… Just hanging around.” “Can’t you do that with some of your co-workers?” “I do that too, but it was always… I don’t know… different with Octavia,” Vinyl replied in a reflective tone. “I can't really explain it, I guess we just clicked!” “Kinda like we did when we were kids?” Rarity asked softly. “Sort of,” Vinyl shrugged before chuckling softly. “Actually, it’s a lot like the two of us. The only reason I befriended you was because my mom forced me to, and with Octavia it’s because of my mother that I came in contact with her.” “It’s nice to hear, Darling,” Rarity said sourly. “Like your father didn’t force you to hangout with me when we were little girls!” Vinyl gave one of her knowing smirks. “What gave you this preposterous idea?” “Your father actually confessed about it,” Vinyl replied smugly. “I think it was at that Christmas party four or five years ago.” “Oh!” Rarity let in shock. “Don’t worry though! It was forced at first but what we have now is a genuine friendship,” Vinyl assured softly. “It’d not have lasted for more than fourteen years if it wasn’t!” “I suppose you’re right.” Rarity smiled softly at her friend. “So, what you feel for Octavia is similar to what you feel for me?” “I think so, yes,” Vinyl replied slowly, before shaking her head. “Anyway, how about we watch your future bride leading my kids to victory?” “Let’s watch, Darling!” Rarity nodded before facing at the court with Vinyl.         Despite the intense basketball game displayed in front of her, Rarity couldn’t stop thinking about what Vinyl had said about her relation with Octavia. She wanted to share her thoughts with Vinyl, but she knew it’d most likely anger her friend more than anything else. I really hope you’re not wrong about your feelings for this girl, Darling. Rarity thought with a mental sigh. The last time I heard you speaking about someone else like that was just before you started to date Neon… and we both know how that turned out for you!... Only that it would be much more worse in this case!