Signs
Even if I could talk, I'd have no clue what to say.
I mean, can you blame me? I know for a fact that I wasn't the only person at CHS who was stunned to the point of stupidity by Octavia Melody. After all, she was the most perfect girl to ever grace God’s green earth. Cute and smart and cute and funny. And she's cute, too. She was also kinda… scary.
Not that she's mean or anything. She just doesn't mess around, you know? Doesn't believe in beating around the bush, which is something I definitely dig about her. Some people (mostly guys she's rejected) called her cold, but she preferred the word direct. After a whole life of people BSing me over my disability, that directness was refreshing.
Octavia was the first person I ever met who treated me like a normal person. Most people I meet speak really slow when they talk to me, so I could read their lips, I guess. Nobody took the time to learn that I could hear just fine. Even if they did, they'd never get to the level of understanding I had with Octavia.
“Which makes the answer… Vinyl, are you even listening?”
Crap.
“Vinyl Scratch, you are something else,” scoffed Octavia. “I came all the way to your house, after orchestra, mind you, and you don't even have the decency to pay attention to the tutoring?”
I snapped back to reality, trying to focus on the world around me. We were in my room going over math homework that I was supposed to turn in weeks ago. I was gonna leave it to kill my grade, but Tavi wouldn't let me. Better late than never, she said.
“Vinyl…”
I shrugged, then slipped my shades on top of my head to show her my puppy dog eyes. Octavia rolled her eyes dramatically, but I noticed the start of a smile creep to her lips.
“Sorry isn't going to cut it, I'm afraid,” she said dryly. “If you’re not going to take this seriously, I can always go home and take a well-earned nap.”
I shook my head vigorously, folding my hands together in silent begging.
“Answer this next question properly, and I'll stay,” she said. “X squared over six both divided by X to the fifth over twelve.” I pulled out a blank sheet and a pen, copied down the question, and quickly scribbled out my work. A few numbers in, and Octavia grabbed me by the wrist.
“Calm down, Vinyl. I'm not actually going anywhere. Take as much time as you need.”
I took a deep breath, then tried again. Good thing, too, because I had already messed up in my hurry. I took my time and, after five minutes, emerged with an answer.
“Two over X cubed,” said Octavia, reading over my work. She broke into a full-on smile. “Very good. You actually are learning, aren’t you?”
That smile. I tried to act cool, shrug as if it was nothing, but I was melting inside after seeing that smile. She was so freaking pretty, I didn't know what to do.
“You think you can do the next set yourself?” asked Octavia. I nodded my head, then checked the next set of numbers.
The equation stretched on for a line and a half. I sighed, then shook my head.
“Well, give it a go, love,” said Octavia. “I'll be here if you get stuck.”
For the record, I'm not actually that bad at math. If I would've paid attention from the start of the semester, I'd probably be top of my class. Problem was it's boring as all hell, and not all that useful. I mean, I'm a DJ, when am I ever gonna need to know the square root of a hypotenuse or whatever it is? If I didn’t know Octavia, I'd have dropped out as soon as I could. I would've stopped trying to pass from freshman year on.
But Octavia was smart. She wanted to move forward, balance school and music. She'd pass all her classes easy, and move on to the next grade. I didn't want to get left behind.
“I'm quite thirsty. You wouldn't happen to have anything to drink, would you?” asked Octavia. I pointed down, then opened an invisible refrigerator. Octavia nodded, then stood up and left the room to find a drink.
Octavia has been trying to learn sign language for me, so she could understand my form of communication, since we met on our first day at CHS. She hasn't made much traction, but not for lack of trying. It's a tough thing to learn and most people only put up with it when they absolutely have to. Besides, she gets it. She understood that my pointing and miming to the fridge meant “help yourself”, and that wasn't an unusual thing to happen. It's not as if she has any trouble understanding what I wanna say.
Well, for the most part.
“Vinyl, dear, would you like a soda or an iced tea?” called Octavia from downstairs. I stood up and stomped my foot twice. “Alright, I'll be right there.”
I normally didn’t mind my situation. Sure, not being able to talk sucked sometimes, but I didn't really need to talk. I let my music speak for me. And, somehow, I'm pretty popular around school, even though I can't really participate in any of their conversations or jokes. But, for the most part, being mute gets a bad wrap, and I normally wouldn't change anything about myself.
This was the exception to that. The one time I’d give anything to be able to look someone in the face and speak.
“Alright, I’m back.” Octavia slipped back into the room, handing me my iced tea before sitting down with her soda. I smiled, then pointed two finger guns at her while clicking my tongue. Anyone else would just be confused, but Octi knew better. She knew that meant “thank you”.
“Don’t mention it. Right, so we should finish this up soon,” said Octavia. “I have to be home by six or my mum starts to worry.”
I nodded, then, as quickly as I could, finished my remaining problems. With Octavia’s guidance, I didn’t worry about getting any wrong. She would sometimes stop me mid-problem to restart it and do it again. I can do better, she said. They don't give out medals for “almost” correct, she said.
They do, and they're called silver, but that's one of those things that are kinda hard to say with just body language and clicks.
“Very good, Vinyl. Frankly, I don’t think you actually needed my help,” said Octavia, looking over my work one last time. “Just be sure to look out for those irrational numbers. If you get one for an answer, you’re probably wrong. And practice your quadratics, you seem to struggle with those.”
I rolled my eyes, but smirked and gave her a thumbs up. She helped me get my work together, then packed up her own stuff, slinging her backpack over her shoulder when it was good and full.
“Well, Vinyl, I really must start heading home. Are we still on for tomorrow?” she asked. I nodded. “Good. It has been far too long since CHS has heard our brilliance!”
Octavia was a pretty quiet girl. She kinda stood to herself, didn’t make much of a fuss over anything, and she doubted herself a lot. When we first met, she said she was afraid to talk to me. Something about not being cool enough to hang out with me and my group of friends. To some extent, I understood how she could feel that way. If you looked at me, then looked at Tavi, you wouldn’t think that we’d be able to be friends. Polar opposites. So I can see how she’d be afraid to talk to me.
But all of that fear, doubt, worry, all of it goes straight out the window when it comes to music. She was super confident, downright cocky when it came to her music. I loved it. She was the best in the school at what she did, and, if the Battle of the Bands was just an orchestra contest, she would’ve crushed anyone. She was mainly a cellist, but I was convinced she could play anything. I’ve seen her play violin, viola, flute, oboe, clarinet, piccolo. One weekend, she learned piano just for the fun of it. I knew she was a musician from day one, but it wasn’t until a few months after we met that she found out about my tunes.
She told me that she normally avoided my style of music, which I could understand from a girl like her. As a refined, kinda posh foreign girl, she obviously was into classical and opera and other crap that makes kids my age groan and fall asleep. Since she didn’t follow my genre, she had no idea that I mixed. It wasn’t until she accidentally overheard my remix of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 9 did she start to take anything even remotely electronic seriously (She’s even starting to branch out to other genres because of me). She later accused me of remixing that particular song especially for her, but I never confirmed that to be true.
After that, she insisted that I show her my entire bag of tricks. I showed her my best tracks, hoping to impress her. She didn’t lose her mind like a lot of people who heard my music, and I think that’s one of the reasons I liked her so much. Most people hear rad music and that’s all it is to them. With Octavia, she wanted more out of it. So I recorded some of her performances, modernized and remixed it to make it a bit easier on teenage ears, and played it whenever we got the chance. The students loved it, Octavia loved it, so, obviously, I loved it.
“Goodbye, Vinyl,” said Octavia. “Take care. We’ll meet at my place for lunch. I’ve let you play host far too much as of late.” She crossed the room and gave me a warm, innocent, friendly hug. I wanted to kiss her, just lock my lips onto her and never let off. I wanted to scream how I felt and talk to her and just let her know that she’s more than just my best friend. She’s always been more than that.
Instead, I laughed quietly, then waved goodbye as Octavia walked herself out of my room and out of my house. When she was gone, I fell onto my back, groaning as I did. What was I gonna do? I couldn’t keep going on like this. I had to do something.
I had to speak up. It was the only way to not drive myself crazy. But how does a dumb, underachieving mute chick catch the attention of a girl that's the poster child of grace and beauty? I wish my dad was around. He normally gave pretty good advice. But he was gone because of work, and there was no way I'd be able to wait until he got back. Besides, how would I even explain that to him? It's not like anyone knew I was gay. Part of not being able to talk, I guess.
After a bit, I stood up from my floor and went around to do my chores. I’d normally put it off, but then my mom would get home from work and pester me, so I decided to get it done early. When I was finished, I wrote a little note and stuck it to the fridge. It was letting my mom know that I was feeling sick and I was going to bed early.
But I didn’t. As soon as I had my door closed behind me, I put on my headphones and played music. Not my own music, or anything even kinda like it. I put on Liebe. It was the first song that she ever composed for me. Well, not for me. She composed it for fun, then made me listen to it to tell her how it was. She was so embarrassed by it now, said it was awful compared to what she put together now. I told her I’d delete it, but I couldn’t let it go. It was too good.
I sank into my mattress, letting the strings of Tavi’s cello wrap me up. It was only a few minutes long, but I set it on repeat. I thought about her, trying to decide what I should do. I couldn’t just tell her, could I? That’d be stupid. Social suicide. It’s not hard to understand that you should never, ever fall for your best friend. But, at the same time, I couldn’t just stop crushing on her. It couldn’t be that easy.
About an hour passed and I decided that I’d text her.
Hey
Assuming she was done with her own homework and didn’t have anything to do, it would only take her a minute or two to respond. Thankfully, she texted me back as quickly as I thought she would.
What’s up, love?
Even though I knew she’d be texting back so soon, I froze. I had no clue what to say. How could I possibly put it into words? Then, I realized I didn’t have to. Somebody had already done it for me.
RE: We Need To Talk
Is everything okay?
I Want To Tell You Something
There was a few minutes of pause where Octavia didn’t respond, and I had to pray that she was figuring out what I was trying to do.
Why are you texting me song titles?
I grinned, imagining her complete and utter confusion. I could imagine her, one eyebrow raised and her mouth slightly agape. She was such a cutie.
All I Want is to say this before I go insane. But I Can’t Decide whether I should say it or not.
Vinyl… What are you talking about?
I took a deep breath, then let it out. This was going to be the hardest thing I’d ever done.
I’m talking about… Liebe
Two whole minutes passed before I got another response.
I’m sorry?
I Just Called To Say I Love You
Five minutes turned into ten minutes which turned into fifteen minutes of silence. Terrifying silence. She could’ve said anything, but she decided to stay quiet. I sat there and wondered if, somehow, I messed things up. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Tavi?
That’s not funny
Oh no. Oh no, she thought I was joking. Crap, I shouldn’t have said that. Crap!
Wait, nononono, I’m sorry, I swear I wouldn’t do that. I knew I would mess this up, I just knew it. Just forget I said anything. Goodnight
Crap! Why was I such a screw-up? Just… Damn it all! I yanked my headphones off, tugging at my hair. I ruined it. How would I be able to face her tomorrow? I’d melt on the spot. Oh, god, how did I manage to screw up a simple sentence? All I had to do was say that I had the hots for her. No jokes, no gimmicks, just a single frigging sentence, and I ruined it by trying to be a smart-ass. Maybe me being mute was a good thing. If I could actually talk, I might’ve screwed up even worse. I’d be lucky if she never spoke to me again.
Vinyl, are you serious?
My heart was pounding. I felt like dying, and I knew that answering that question wrong could very well be the end of my friendship with Octavia. Nothing was worth that. So, I took a deep sigh, and decided to go with honesty.
Yes. I wouldn’t joke about that. Look, we can drop this if you want. Forget I said anything
Vinyl… What would you do If I Was Your Girlfriend?
I laughed. I actually laughed, so hard that I dropped my phone. Not only was Octavia the most perfect girl I’ve ever met, but she just set me up for the greatest joke ever.
Well, I don’t know if I could say what I would do, but I can tell you what I’d never do
???
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
No response for a few minutes, which said to me that she listened to the whole song. I smiled at her next response, which was about what I’d expect from her.
I hate you
Do you really?
No…
Well, do you love me?
This time, her long pause didn’t quite scare me as much. I didn’t immediately panic. Don’t get me wrong, I still panicked a whole hell of a lot. Just not all at once.
That’s not an easy question to answer
You run through my math hw like it’s nothing but that’s not an easy question?
I waited a few moments before adding a second message.
That was a joke btw
Vinyl, you’re my best friend. I don’t want that to change for anything
My stomach folded in on itself. That’s the thing I really didn’t want to hear.
So… That’s a no, then?
It was dumb of me to think any otherwise. Why would she ever go for a girl like me? No voice, no brains, no chance. I didn’t even ask if she liked girls! What the hell was wrong with me?
Not so easy. You sort of took me off guard with this one. I don't know how I feel
But you feel something?
You were the first friend I made when I came to this country. You've gotten me through some of my toughest moments. And I feel something for you that's more than just friendship. I just don't know if that's love.
Okay. That wasn't the worst possible answer. She didn’t necessarily not like me back. It was complicated. I could live with that
I know it's a lot to ask, but just think about it. Look for a sign or something. Something to make me feel like this wasn’t a horrible mistake
This had the longest pause yet. Nearly twenty minutes of radio silence. It was entirely possible that Octavia just went to sleep, left me on “R” and turned her back to me. But I knew Octavia as well as she knew me, and she would never do that.
Okay, Vinyl. I'll think about it . I'll meet you at the school tomorrow. I might be a bit late, thinking about things
I sighed. That was fine.
Ok. That's all I can really ask for.
About a minute passed, and I thought it'd be a good idea to add this
Goodnight, Tavi. Ily
To my surprise, her response came in a bit on the quick side.
Goodnight, Vinyl. I hope, no matter what, things work out
Me too, Octi. Me too.
When Octavia was late, I knew I had screwed up. She was a very punctual girl. She'd never be late on purpose. Yet, here I was in front of that portal statue, completely alone. Octavia must not have wanted to see me. Honestly, I couldn't blame her.
Maybe I was too forward. I should've eased her in, instead of just jumping out and saying it. I should've asked her if she was gay, or if she had her eye on someone or something. God, I messed things up bad.
When Octavia left me in the cool breeze for a full twenty minutes, I stood up, put in my earbuds and played Liebe. I didn’t want to leave, but it was pointless to stay. She looked for a sign and found nothing. I couldn’t hate her for that. I let the song consume me for a bit before turning around and heading home.
I don't know how I didn't hear her walk up. She must've came around after the music had started. She stood, just a few feet away from me, either unable or unwilling to say anything.
I waved, then smiled and pointed two finger guns at her.
“Vinyl…” She started, but didn't finish. She took a deep breath before continuing. “Alright, so I thought about what you said yesterday. You asked me to look for some sort of sign.”
I bit my lip and turned slightly away. I almost didn't want to hear what she had to say. It was too much to bear.
But I didn’t have to hear what she said, because she didn't speak at all. Instead, she started swiping her hands through the air, slowly and carefully forming signs. It was sloppy and clearly her first time seriously attempting to convey a thought in sign language, but I understood it fine.
'How's this for a sign?'
Before I could really think about what she was saying, she leaned forward and kissed me. It was soft and warm and made me feel as if nothing else could ever go wrong again. I think my brain shut off for a while, cause I don’t actually remember breaking apart. When I opened my eyes again, Tavi was blushing, and she refused to look anywhere even close to my eyes.
“So… That most certainly happened,” said Octavia.
Yeah, it sure as hell did. I gave her my goofiest grin, asking with just my smile when it could happen again.
“Well… Care to come record, love?” asked Octavia. “If we’re to be dating, I expect you to be by my side at all times.”
Dating. I was getting the chance to date Octavia Melody. Who in their right mind would have seen that coming?
She offered me her arm, which I wrapped with my own. All the while, during all my shock, my excitement, my joy… her music was still playing in my ear. I took out one earbud and slipped it into Octavia’s ear. I heard her gasp slightly in surprise as she realized what I had been listening to this whole time.
“You promised me you’d delete that wretched piece,” said Octavia scoldingly. “Why’d you keep it?”
I opened my mouth, wishing for the words to flow out as easily as they did in my head. When that didn’t work, I raised my hands and slowly signed it out.
'You can’t just get rid of love'
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Finally, a Vinyl Scratch and Octavia story that I like. Well, only one in a long time.
Bravo, I really enjoyed this story.
7728659 Thank you very much for reading and enjoying. It felt nice visiting one of my favorite ships for the first time, and I'm glad it wasn’t a complete flop.
This is incredibly cute. One of the first Vinyl and Octavia fics I've read in quite some time, and I most certainly was not disappointed.
The pacing was very nice, and the part where Vinyl confesses to Octavia and all after is my favorite part; it's adorable how she went with song lyrics for it, and Tavi reciprocated, at least for a moment.
7728703 I appreciate you saying that. I was kinda nervous that I had paced it all wrong, so I'm glad to hear that is not the case. It was also strange writing a story where the main character doesn't talk (dialogue is one of my strong suits).
Thanks for reading!
Ah, this was a lovely piece of work. Good pacing, good story, and the feels. Have an internet cookie!
Dear chillbook1,
People like you restore my faith in humanity and this fandom every time writers such as yourself get good decent and really good stories featured instead of clopfics.
Thank you for renewing my purpose for living.
Sincerely,
UniqueSKD
Great pacing and characterization,
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7728936 Thanks for reading and enjoying, it really means a lot to me.
7728967 A few things. First, and most importantly, thank you for reading and enjoying! I'm glad this fic came out okay, I was super worried for a bit.
Second, though I'm grateful to be featured, I feel the need to point out that I'm only featured in the non-mature box, so that would be why you're not seeing clopfics.
Third, losing a feature box spot to a clopfic is fine, if the story is well written. Clopfics have a place on this site. I think it should be it's own place, perhaps a separate box, but a clopfic is no less a decent piece of literature than my own
7728999
Dude, I think you are a respectable person. i think you have a nice talent for writing, and i'd like to call you a friend if i may be permitted. But I have to say this part of your reply was a load of [CENSORED PROFANITY BEYOND HUMAN COMPREHENSION] to be honest. But that is just my opinion. Take it with a pinch of salt if you can. i just think the majority (majority, not all) clopfics are [%&&*^$$*%] is all.
Anyway, your story was enjoyable to read during my break from working on my MLP Christmas animation, so thank you for filling up the time, chillbook1.
By the way, if anyone asks; don't write a sequel to this. I think this story says all it needed to. I'll keep an eye out for the next tale you spin together for us, your audience. Take care of yourself. (bows politely to you)
Yay, Vinyl and Octavia cuteness, I love it
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Very good fic.
I loved it!
that's a like and a favorite ^^
7729055 I'm going to say first; this story showed up in the feature box for me, and my list features mature stories too.
Second: I think that a large amount of the clop that hits feature is deserving of a long list of explicit words to the tune of garbage, this is true.
But it's also true that you shouldn't judge a, aheh, book by it's cover. Just because a story is clop doesn't mean there isn't a lot more story to it, nor does it instantly mean the writing is garbage.
Don't deride a work just because it's nature includes an erotic focus.
/sees video link in the text
... would they really go there?
/clicks link
... they went there.
That was adorable! That's how you do mute Vinyl right!
This was really good. I loved it. /) I might just favorite this one.
I'm sorry, did Vinyl just confess her feelings of true love by Rickrolling her?
Now I've seen everything
7729665 Please understand i said the MAJORITY of clopfics, not every clopfic ever written. i also find it annoying when people get funded through Patreon for writing clopfics because of how over-saturated the genre is and because it's literally the kind of story you would write to get cheap easy views.
Again this is my opinion, so please take it with a pinch of salt. If you like clopfics, more power to you friend for enjoying something i cannot. Besides, I actually like a couple of clopfics myself, but only because the way they are written makes the characters compatible enough that I want them to get together in the end. There's buildup and then the payoff, instead of thrusting the whole porn into my face from the get-go. Most clopfics now on this site just cum in your face and cover your eyes with their jizz so you can't tell what the hell you're reading.
7729673 Yea, I'm super cheap, eh? Glad you enjoyed!
7729860 I appreciate it, bro. Thanks for the love (\
7729873 If I had love confessed to me via Rickroll, I'd probably marry them on the spot.
Short and very sweet
Nice!
i did not even have to click that link to know what was behind it <.<
This was a damn good, emotional ride. Take my like and favorite.
There's something about this... I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like it's something to do with knowing that Vinyl doesn't say anything. Anything and everything she does is made through motions and expressions. She's unable to convey words, but we hear her every thought instead.
It's... difficult to pinpoint, but whatever it is, I really like this one. It's short, it's simple, and straight forward. Great job!
The only thing I'd critique is the Sign Language Lines. They're written as if Vinyl and Octavia are speaking. We know they're not. I'd suggest doing something like
'How's this for a sign?'
Apostrophe instead of citation marks, and in italics to convey that it's not spoken like normal.
7730048 I appreciate you reading, and I'll be making those changes immediately. Thanks a lot!
That was......Awesome
!
Good story. I hope you came up with the story then the idea to Rickroll your readers and not the other way around but in any case, good story.
perfect
...Yep that was pretty much my reaction when I clicked that damned link.
Other then that it was an incredibly cute story
Vinyl Scratch was seen talking to Fluttershy in the background during Legend of the Everfree.
So, as somebody who was born before the Internet I really should have known better than to click the link. I did it anyway. I wasn't disappointed though; it's thematically apropos.
Well done all around for a bit of light romance. I'd like to bring attention to the fact that Vinyl mentioned not thinking to ask if Octavia was even into girls. On the whole I think we tend to take sexuality for granted—part and parcel for a largely gender homogeneous cast I think—so it's nice to see it mentioned as a valid concern.
I love a good romance. And you certainly delivered. Thank you for that.
Also. Shame on you for the Rick Roll. Thankfully I recognized the URL from years of Rick Rolling others so I was able to avoid a terrible fate, but still. Shame on you.
Despite the necro-meme I still very much enjoyed this. Thank you again. Definitely favorited.
This is now one of my favorite fics. Period. Why, you ask?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
That is why.
7730540
That proves that Fluttershy can read lips :D
This was beautifully done.
One trip to google later.
7730426 The Rick Roll thing certainly came later. This story was inspired by my mom, actually. I caught her listening to Method Man (which is not like her at all), so I asked her why. Turns out, my mom is as awkward as me when talking to the opposite sex, so she didn't know how to interact with her boyfriend. Instead of talking to one another, they sent each other songs that said what they wanted to express. I laughed at her corny and dorky they both were, and immediately began writing this.
7730621 Yea, I tend to ignore the possibility of heterosexuality for the sake of having a fun, dumb romance, but I wanted this to be slightly more emotional, which caused for a smidge more or realism. Honestly, I half-considered having Tavi reject Vinyl on the grounds of liking dudes, but I couldn't bring myself to do that to my favorite ship.
Thanks for reading, it means a lot to me. Also, thank you for exposing me to the word "apropos".
7730967 Thank you very much
7731010 I vaguely remember reading the mutes could laugh, but I'm quite possibly mistaken. Let's say, for the sake of saying, that Vinyl isn't mute for any physical reasons; it's entirely psychological. If that were the case, she should be able to laugh in the right situations, if she's comfortable enough, and I can think of no one she'd be more comfortable with than Tavi
Aww, that was sweet, and nicely done! Good show, good show.
Approved.
7731053 That was actually unintentional at first, but I decided the double entendre was quite appropriate. Thanks for noticing!
She Loves You (yeah, yeah, yeah).
This story also made me fondly remember The Things Tavi Says.
I almost clicked on that before I got it
7731196 I never read it on account of the length, but I appreciate the compliment. To be compared fondly to someone like shortskirts is a huge compliment to me, since they're one of the reasons I started posting on this site.
Thanks for reading.
while I am more of Octivia and Vinyl as sisters kind of person, this I thing was a well executed OctaScratch
7731222 That's why I love them together: they're such a versatile pair. Friendshipping, sister shipping, romance shipping, they can do it all.
Thanks for reading and enjoying!
I love you for that RWBY reference.