Weeks passed and Octy had no memory of kissing me. I never brought it up-not that I had the chance to anyway; all Octavia could talk about was her parents' divorce. If I even tried to change the topic, she would say I was inconsiderate and go right back to whining.

"Brassy says that her parents got divorced when she was twelve, and she turned out fine, but Symphony says she would simply die if her parents split up. Lyra and Bon Bon say that they never got the chance to really know their parents, but a divorce would rattle them up. I always thought my parents were so happy!"

"Octy, come on, it's just a divorce. It's part of life," I said one morning. Octy's lavender eyes shot daggers at me.

"Ruffians get divorces, Vinyl. Highly respected Canterlot ponies, however, do not. What do you know of divorce? I don't recall your father dropping by to tell you he's divorcing your mother." I felt something inside me snap. I suddenly wanted to hurt Octy. Badly.

"My mother has been dead since I was a foal." Octavia's face softened.

"I...Vinyl, I'm sorry. I forgot..."

"Of course you forgot," I spat. I had put up with weeks of Octy whining, but this was too much for even me to handle. "It doesn't personally affect you. It doesn't matter that my mom is dead, because poor little Octy's mommy and daddy aren't in love anymore. Who cares that I had to grow up without a mom? Poor little Octy's mommy is moving out. Vinyl had to watch as her mom got sick. Vinyl had to watch her dad fall apart. Vinyl had to watch her mom die, but Octy has to watch her mommy move to a different mansion."

"Vinyl, this is quite uncalled for," Octavia said sternly. "You never discuss it, so naturally, it slipped my mind."

"It's easy to forget when you're too busy crying over your stupid problems. Oh no, I'm a fillyfooler. Everypony bucking loves you. Oh, a stallion wants me to have dinner with him, I'm so confused and scared. At least you have friends. Everypony at this school hates me for what I am. When I met you, I thought that I had finally found somepony who didn't care what I was. I thought that maybe, I had a friend, but no. I'm still that mare who tried to buck a straight pony and you're some sort of hero for having the 'courage' to be a fillyfooler despite your roots."

"I can't help that!" the cellist cried. Her lavender eyes were filled with tears. I should have stopped there. I was making the mare I was in love with cry. I should have gone to the room and just stopped, but now that I had started, it felt so good that I just had to finish.

"You think you have it so bad, Octavia, but it's so much worse for me. You whine about things that I wouldkill for, thinking that it makes you look loveable and cute. When I first met you, I made this impression of you that I thought you had proved wrong. I was right about you all along. All you are is a bitch."

Octavia gasped and a single tear rolled down her cheek. I was in shock, and I wanted to take it all back. To tell her that I was the bitch, and that I loved her, and that it would all be okay. But that last word hung in the air, sinking in to both of our memories and shattering any friendship we had, taking any shot at a relationship with it. The grey earth pony closed her eyes for a moment before walking towards the door.

"Octy, wait!" I called, but she was already gone.

~XoXo~

I didn't see Octy for the rest of that week. She spent nearly all her time with Lyra and Bon Bon, Brassy, and Symphony and Concerto. I wanted to apologize, but I never got the chance.

I was working on one of my dubtrot pieces, waiting for a rare occasion when Octy was home, when there was a knock on the door. I groaned, pausing my work and opening the door with vivid blue magic.

"Is this the home of Octavia Philharmonica?" a white pegasus with a grey mane tied in a high bun asked. Her cutie mark was a clipboard and her steely blue eyes screamed 'I'm-nearly-forty-and-I'm-still-a-virgin.'

"Yeah, who're you?" I snapped, raising my glasses to rest on my horn.

"I am Miss Note Keeper, the head of rooming administration. I am here to inform a Miss Octavia Philharmonica that her new rooming assignment has been confirmed, and she may move in with Miss Lyra Heartstrings as soon as she wishes."

I slammed the door in the pegasus' face. There was a noise that sounded like the rustle of wings and I kicked my hind legs back, knocking over a lamp.

I paced, waiting for Octavia to get back. I was reminded of the last time I paced this room. That time, I was concerned for Octy's safety. This time, I felt like I wouldn't so much as blink if she came in missing two hooves. The door swung open just as my hooves began to ache.

"You're moving out," I said instantly, wasting no time.

"How do you...never mind that. When am I leaving?" Octy's voice was cold, any hint of emotion gone.

"Whenever you feel like it. The rooming pony said so. I'm sure Lyra will be pleased to hear it." Octavia nodded, taking a seat on the couch.

"Why are you still here? Get out," I snapped. I couldn't stand to see her sitting there when I knew she hated me. There was a dull ache in my chest that starting eating at me as Octavia turned the TV on. She looked so defiant and sexy in that moment that I couldn't stay in the room any longer. I spun around, dashing out the door and slamming it being me.

My hooves carried me to a place I hadn't been to in four years. It was nearly one in the morning as I stood in front of the door. I caught my breath and raised a hoof, slamming it on the wooden frame.

"Who the hell is calling at this time of-" the door swung open. "-hey, Vinyl...what are you doing here?" I looked into the blue eyes of the first, and only, stallion I had ever been with. Lights looked down on me with confusion as I swallowed down any feelings I harbored for Octavia. The cellist tried to creep into my mind, but I pushed them away and looked up.

"I think I'm ready to give stallions another try."