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The Cellist

by RushingAutumnLeaves

Chapter 8: Misunderstandings

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I woke up with a dull throbbing in my head. I groaned, rolling over and trying to get back to sleep, but the sun streaming in from the windows kept getting in my eyes.

"Alright, I'm up!" I grumbled, rolling out of bed. In the other room, I could hear somepony snoring. My mind flashed back to Lights crashing at my place. Unfortunately, the memory also brought back thoughts of Octy officially moving out. I snuck around her side of the room a bit, but everything was gone. If there was any hope of me ever winning Octavia back, I would have to act now.

The living room was still dark, but sunlight was trying to break its way inside. Lights was passed out on the couch, his glasses askew and drool dangling from the corner of his mouth. A loud snore escaped him and I wrinkled my nose, comparing Lights to Octavia. When she slept, she curled up in a neat little ball and made little snuffling noises in her sleep.

"Wake up," I said, prodding Lights in the ribs. "We need to talk about something." Lights moaned and rolled over, waving me away with his hoof.

"Lemme sleep," he whined. I snorted and levitated him off the couch.

"This is important." I snapped. "Wake. Up." I let Lights fall to the floor and he sprang upwards.

"What the buck, Scratch?"

"Good, you're awake. Now we can talk." Lights rubbed his head and fixed his glasses.

"Can't we talk at breakfast?" Lights asked. I bit my lower lip, scuffing the ground with my hoof. I'd wanted to end things in private, to make things easier, but I couldn't just say no.

"Yeah...I'll just grab my glasses then we can go." I sighed and started heading back to my room when I heard a knock on the door. I swung it open with magic, not caring who it was. I figured it was just Lyra coming to talk about Octy.

"I'm here for the details on Octavi...well, hello. I didn't think you lived on campus." My eyes went wide and I froze in place. The voice was one I would recognize anywhere.

"I don't. I was just hanging out with Scratch here. I ended up crashing on the couch." Lights said. "I'll meet you in the cafe, Scratch." Lights left the room, the door shutting with a click behind him.

I turned around, my eyes narrowing at the sight of Bee Bop. The earth pony looked at me, a glint in her eyes.

"Hello, Vinyl. I hear you had company last night. And here I was looking for a story on why Octavia moved out. I guess I know the reason. I can see the headlines now. 'Vinyl Scratch: Is she really the pony you think she is?'."

"It isn't like that. I'm still gay as can be. At least I'm open about it." I snapped.

"Open, Scratch? Really? If I remember correctly, you've been spending a lot of time with that stallion. Nopony else has figured it out, but I know that you're seeing him. I don't know why, but you're trying to play straight," Bee smirked at me. "And I'm going to figure out why."

~XoXo~

I looked around the crowded cafe, my untouched cinnamon roll growing colder by the second. Lights was finishing up his third donut.

"So, what'd you wanna talk about?" Lights asked, wiping powdered sugar off his mouth.

"Let's start with you. What's up with you?" I asked. Something was stopping me from telling Lights now that I'd talked to Bee Bop. Something about her and her photographer coltfriend made me uneasy.

"Other than having the best week of my life?"

"What's been so great about this week? It's been school and homework."

"I've been with you. For four years, I've been thinking about what I did wrong to turn you gay. I thought this was my fault or something. I thought you were so disgusted by me that you'd rather be with mares for the rest of your life. I haven't been with anypony since you, Scratch."

"I know that's a lie. Didn't you have a think with Pinkie?"

"No, the papers thought I did, but me and Pinks are just friends. I didn't want to be with any other mare. I kept holding on to this impossibility that you would come back for some reason. When you showed up at my door last week...I can't even begin to explain how happy I was."

"Well, now that you've said that..."

"No, I've started, I might as well finish."

"But I need to-"

"I'm almost done, I swear."

"Lights, this is import-"

"I love you, Vinyl." There it was, the phrase that would make me feel like a bitch when I told him.

"Idon'tloveyou." I said quickly. Lights looked at me.

"What?" He asked. "I thought you came to me because...well..."

"I came to you to get my head cleared. I needed to forget somepony. It...it didn't work. I miss her more than I thought I would."

"It's Octavia, isn't it?" Lights' voice cracked. "You're in love with her, and you used me to try and get away from her." He didn't look like his usual self. His mouth was set and from what I could see, his eyes were stony.

"I'm sorry, but..."

"No, Scratch. You having a drunken fling then running out, I can take that. You telling me you'd never go out with me because you were gay, I can take that too. But you coming to my house in the middle of the night telling me you want to be my marefriend, then telling me that you've been using me all week? That isn't gonna fly, Scratch."

"Look, Lights, I'm sorry, okay? I know I shouldn't have led you on, but I was mad and I needed to do something to clear my head. I wasn't thinking."

"Yeah? Well I guess I wasn't thinking either. 'I'm ready to give stallions another try'? I must be pretty stupid, right, Scratch? That's why you came after me. Well I'm not gonna put up with it. Bye, Scratch. See you in class." Lights stood up and left the cafe. leaving me sitting at the table alone. All around the cafe, people were staring at me, watching Lights walk away. At a far table, Bee Bop was scribbling furiously, a pencil gripped in her mouth so tightly I was surprised it didn't snap in half. The pony looked up, winked, and went back to writing. My horn sparked, but I didn't react. At least, I didn't react in front of her. I bit the inside of my cheek and ran from the cafe, trying to make it back to my room before I could cry. Vinyl Scratch did not cry in front of anypony, especially not for something as small as losing a coltfriend.

I walked back into the room, prepared to collapse on the couch and not move all weekend, but there was already somepony sitting on it.

~XoXo~

So as a present to all of you guys on my birthday, I decided to finally post these three updates! Sorry for the wait you guys!

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