//------------------------------// // ....And is Dealing With A Bridezilla // Story: Vinyl Drops By // by MistyShineStar //------------------------------// "You look good, Tavi." "Are you sure? I think it makes my plot look big." "You know I'm crazy about big plots." There was eight months until the big day, the grand finale, the end of the romantic comedy that was Octavia's life. Octavia had been trying on dresses for this big day, and was currently wearing a mermaid gown with jewels around the collar. It had a V-neck and showed off her curves, which she was very self concious about. "Here. Try it with the veil." She plopped the long, flowing flower veil on her head, and watched as Octavia turned in the mirror, unsure of what to think. "Vinyl, it's a pegasus dress. I can't wear it." "I'm sure they have an Earth pony version of it. If they don't, they can alter it for like, an extra thirty bucks." She paused. "Well, it is quite stunning. Maybe..." "Take your time." "I think I've found it, Vinyl." She grinned and hugged her fiancé. "Great! I'll try on a few of my gowns." Vinyl trotted into the dressing room and came out with an ivory cupcake dress. "I don't like it." "I think it looks gr-" "I don't like it!" She snapped. Vinyl stared at her. "Well, alright then." She went it again, and came out with a white slim gown. "Uh..." "That looks great. Let's pay for our dresses." Octavia grabbed Vinyl's hoof and dragged her to the counter, where they payed for the two gowns. Next, they walked to the cake shop, where Pinkie Pie was at the counter, bouncing away. "Ooh! Hi Tavi! Hi Vinyl-y! Hehe! Can I get you girls somethin'?" Vinyl opened her mouth to speak, but Octavia cut her off. "We'd like a strawberry wedding cake." Vinyl said glumly, "I wanted to pick the cake out." "It's alright. I'll let you pick the frosting." "Chocolate?" Octavia glared at Vinyl and turned back to Pinkie. "We'll take buttercream." ------------------------------------------------- Vinyl was completely miserable. She had been dragged through twenty shops simply to find the right napkins for the wedding, five to find the tablecloth, and nine to find the right shoes. And the only thing she really got to pick out so far? The spoons. Vinyl was starting to think that Octavia was being a bit of a bridezilla, but of course, she would never say that to Tavi. Or so she thought. "You know, Vinyl, it's my special day too! You don't get to make all the decisions," she said, putting the red roses Vinyl had picked up down and taking some purple ones. "Maybe if you weren't being such a bridezilla and listened to me, we wouldn't be fighting over silly things like this!" She quickly covered her mouth, but it was too late. "B-bridezilla?" Octavia stared at her partner with shock, but anger soon came. "Maybe I would if you didn't make such terrible decisions!" "I don't think you realize how you're acting! I can't even pick out my own dress. I wouldn't be surprised if you tried to control which way I pissed!" Octavia's face turned red, and she stomped out of the store with hot tears streaming down her face. Everypony looked at Vinyl and shook their heads, grumbling about her. Vinyl let out a breath and walked outside. "Tavi, wait." Octavia stopped, but didn't turn around. "What?" "I'm sorry, alright?" Vinyl rubbed her hoof on the back of her head. "I shouldn't have yelled like that, but-" "Don't be sorry." She turned around. "I was being a pain in the ass. I don't know what came over me. Being a huge control freak, I suppose." Vinyl sighed and smiled. "You worried me for a second there, babe. I thought the wedding was off." She kissed her wife-to-be, and they walked away. "Vinyl?" "What?" "Isn't it your turn to apologize now?"