Diamond Tiara. My best friend since diapers. There are pictures to prove it – mommy keeps them locked in a fireproof safe 'for future blackmail purposes,' whatever that means. I wish she'd let me keep the one with us taking a bath in the sink. I think it's cute.

Going over to house was always the best. The outdoor pool during the summer, the fireplace in the winter. The phonograph while we'd play. Diamond Tiara likes her house better, too, which was fine with me. I like how it smells.

It is always what she wants. I never really thought of it that way, before. Not that I mind – not many ponies can relate like we can. Our background. Our history.

Yet, when I watch the Crusaders, or whatever they call their club, I wonder... what is friendship supposed to be? To look like?

Are we friends? Or are they?

Author's Note

Written for the August 2019 prompt "I Thought We Were Friends"