"I'm going to make myself a cup of tea, would you like some?" Magenta asked.

"No." Columbia replied.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Magenta persisted.

"No." Columbia said, just as quick and sharp as the first time.

Magenta glared, "What is the matter with you?" She demanded to know, suddeny angry. She had been putting up with Columbia's bitter, childish attitude for weeks now, and she would no longer take it.

"I'll tell you whats wrong, shall I?" Columbia said, stepping up to Magenta, "How would you feel if you knew that your friend had a secret, and she didn't even tell you about it?" She snapped.

Magenta was startled. How had Columbia known she was hiding something? "What are you talking about?" She said, trying to remain unfathomless.

"I'm not an idiot, Magenta, no matter how much you may take me for one." Columbia said.

Magenta sighed, and sat down on her bed. "Its difficult."

Columbia closed the bedroom door, and sat down beside her friend. "You can tell me anything, Mags. You know I won't say a word if you don't want me to."

"You have to swear, Columbia. On your life. This can't get out." Magenta warned her.

"I swear." Columbia nodded, crossing her chest with her finger.

"I'm pregnant." Magenta announced. It was like telling Riff Raff all over again. She had the same nervous, queasy feeling in her stomach.

Slowly, Columbia began to grin. "I knew it!" She cried.

"You knew?"

"Yes! Like I said, I'm not an idiot." Columbia launched into a great huge, suffocating Magenta. She was still grinning. "Oh this is fantastic! It'll be like our own little doll, and we can dress it up, and take it out for walks, and teach it to dance..." Columbia was off into her own little baby ramble.

Magenta remained quiet. "I think you're forgetting this is Riff's baby." She said.

"Oh." Columbia said, coming down with a fast pause, "Shit."

"Thats why nobody can know. Espeacially Frank." Magenta siad sternly.

"You can trust me." Columbia smiled.

Magenta nodded, and sighed as Columbia hugged her again. She wished she could be just as as excited. After all, it was good news, except for one tiny detail. She also wished that she wasn't regretting having told Columbia. She's your friend, of course you can trust her, Magenta assured herself. But she knew how Columbia could just burst out with the most random news. How she could walk around for days with a huge stupid smile on her face, her eyes shiny because she knew something that others didn't.

She's your friend, of course you can trust her.