//------------------------------// // ...And is Pretty Bad at Spelling // Story: Vinyl Drops By // by MistyShineStar //------------------------------// "Sweetie, I really need help. I NEED to learn how to sing for this wedding! I want it to be special, and I wanna surprise Octy, and..." "Just lip-sync," Sweetie said tiredly. "Celestia Luna, Vinyl, you're too terrible to help! You've gone and shattered your glasses, and I've had to fix them twice. Just lip-sync, or use autotune, or something." "Well, alright. It's that simple?" "Yes!" "Alright! Let's go see how many hotdogs we can blow up in the microwave!" ----------- "Please don't tell!" Vinyl was in tears, chasing Sweetie Belle down the stairs as she plummeted towards Rarity, who was having tea with Octavia. "Rarityyyyyy! Vinyl clogged up the toilet with hotdogs again!" "Tattletale," Vinyl said under her breath, looking at the floor grumpily. Rarity groaned and put her face in her hooves, as Octavia gave Vinyl a furious look. "Go to your room, Vinyl Scratch!" ----------- "Well...that escalated quickly," Sweetie Belle said, after being thrown into her room as well when the ruined microwave oven was also discovered, but she didn't tell Rarity. That was when Rarity walked into the room, and sat on her bed with her. "Sweetie, Vinyl is very childish. I know you understand that, but could you please at LEAST help out a little? The wedding is in a moon, and it's very stressful on her. I need you to stay out of her way. Make sure she doesn't get in trouble. Sometimes, she doesn't have the best judgement." "But she's a grown-up! She shouldn't be childish. Only children are childish," Sweetie pointed out. "That's the thing. She never grew up," She said, sighing. "Like Peter Pan? Wowie! I can't believe that! I wanna be like her!" "No. She doesn't know how to be an adult. That's a bad thing, Sweetie. She can't use good judgement, she never finished school, and she depended on our parents until she turned eighteen and became a DJ. She never mentally grew up." "Oh." Sweetie looked at the floor. "Alright." "I'm sorry for the dissappointment, Sweetie Belle. Don't mention this to Vinyl. It would hurt her feelings." She turned to walk out when Sweetie finally spoke up. "All it is with you is don't tell them this, don't tell them that! Secret, secret, all the time! And I get in trouble, because YOU decided to gossip about somepony and tell me. What in the name of Celestia do you expect?!" "Sweetie Belle!" Rarity scolded. "Oh, Sweetie Belle, don't defend yourself! Don't do this, don't do that! Don't voice your opinion!" Sweetie was seething now. "I'm done, sis! I might as well be gone." Sweetie walked out and slammed the door. Rarity glumly walked back to her room, defeated, when she saw a note from Vinyl on her bed; "Deer sis; Soory for mispels. im not good at speling. Sory for stufing hot dogs down youre toilette. Howp you can furgive me. -Sincarly, Vinyl Scratch" Beneath the note was a pair of golden earrings. They were the kind that Rarity could never afford, but always wanted to wear and buy. Rarity's lip trembled, and she began to cry.