When Vinyl and Octavia arrived at their cabin, they began a silent war against each other. The cabin was musky, smelling of damp leaves and old instruments. The mares set up their beds on opposite sides of the room.

'Out of all of the people that I could have roomed with, I got stuck with her. Why did they pick me to room with someone so brash?' Octavia wondered.

'Look at her, with her high-class clothes and pretentious instrument. Ugh, I can't stand her already.' Vinyl thought.

The two growled ponies growled at each other as they unpacked. They refused to look directly at one another. Thoughts of how to make each other miserable swirled in their heads.

After a while, Octavia spoke. "Look, I know that we are not very fond of each other. But I've been waiting for this day all year, and I don't want you or anybody else to ruin it for me. So if you want, we can make an agreement."

"Okay, I'm intrigued," Vinyl said half-heartedly.

"Can we at least pretend that we like each other? I want to have as much fun as I can, and that won't be possible if we continue to act like this." Octavia proposed.

"That seems like it could work. But how can we avoid fighting with each other?" Vinyl asked.

"Well, maybe we could freeze each other out. If you pretended like I didn't exist, there could be less of a conflict." Octavia suggested.

"I guess, but that would be kind of hard because we live together and everything. And plus I'm a chatterbox." Vinyl said.

"Then the only option left is to talk things out in a mature manner. But, let's save that for a later date. I need some peace and quiet in my happy place." Octavia stated.

"Fine," Vinyl agreed.

Octavia moved onto her bed and began to meditate. She was almost completely relaxed when her roommate began to blast dubstep.

"Vinyl!" Octavia sprung up. "Turn off that garbage!"

"Hey, I'm just trying to unwind!" Vinyl argued.

"How? This is not calming at all!" Octavia yelled.

"It's hard to explain. I find the high pitched screeches and pounding bass therapeutic." Vinyl said.

"Well, that's going to be a problem. Is there anything that we can agree on?" Octavia cried.

"Ugh, I guess not. How did we get stuck together?" Vinyl groaned.

A bell began to toll from the distance, signifying that it was time for dinner.

"Whatever you do, don't sit with me, okay?" Vinyl demanded.

"Oh, I wouldn't never do that in a million years," Octavia rolled her eyes.

The two ponies trotted down to the mess hall, each scoping out potential places to eat. Vinyl settled on a group of punk-rock looking ponies, while Octavia picked a group of prim-looking ponies. Vinyl bonded with her clique over the mutual fact that none of them wanted to be there. Octavia spent the night chatting about playing in the orchestra and sharp dresswear.

When they came back to the cabin, both mares felt out of place. They had found their niches, and coming back there sent shivers down their spines.

After sitting around for a while, Vinyl broke the awkward silence that encased the room. "So Octavia, how was your night?"

Octavia gave her a harsh glare. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just trying to be friendly. It would be bad if we totally hated each other." Vinyl explained.

"It was quite splendid. I met ponies who are fascinated by the same things as me. It looked like you were enjoying yourself as well." Octavia answered.

"Yeah, I was. I met some cool ponies that like the same music as me. It was rad." Vinyl stated.

Octavia frowned. "Vinyl, I feel uncomfortable here, and you do too. Don't deny it."

"What? No, I'm fine!" Vinyl lied.

"Please, that couldn't be further from the truth. You and I both know that we'd rather be with our own kind. But we're still stuck with each other." Octavia sighed.

"Okay, you're right. This is making me hate camp more that I did before. I found my ponies, but I can't see then as much as I would like to." Vinyl revealed.

"It's like a false sense of hope, isn't it? We can be happy, but only for a short amount of time. Eventually we have to come back to this cabin and accept the fact that we're roommates." Octavia said.

"Yeah, it does. Now, I need to calm down. So get out of my face and let me drop the bass." Vinyl put on her dubstep record.

"I hate that stuff! You know, you'd be more mellow if you listened to the cello." Octavia took out her instrument and started to play. They continued to play for several minutes, both enjoying the mix of orchestral and electronic music.

"This actually sounds kind of nice," Vinyl commented. "But dear Celestia, I'm tired. Can we stop fighting for today and go to sleep?"

"Fine," Octavia put down her bow. "But don't think that we're friends now just because our music sounds nice together."

"Whatever. Good night." Vinyl shut off the lights.