Waking up in the morning has always been sort of a hard ship for me. But thanks to going on tour with Celtic Thunder, I've slowly gotten used to sleeping and waking up at random and inconvinient times. But Monday mornings still suck. Especially when you have an acting class in 40 mins completely across L.A… I need to get better at time management… clearly.

I rolled out of bed and pulled on a random shirt to pair with my favourite sweat pants that only saw the light of my apartment. I lazed out of my bedroom, dragging my feet as I walked into the kitchen. Cameron was up, talking on the phone with someone and seemed to be really into the conversation. I didn't want to interrupt him so I quietly grabbed my fav cereal, Lucky Charms (yah, yah YUCK IT UP. I'm a stereotype) and sat down at the table in the living room.

"So… you're heading out here in 3 days. I don't think I can wait that long." Cameron complained, and I suddenly deduced it was Macy on the other end.

I had never met her, but she seemed like a sweet girl. Probably as innocent and well-kept as her boyfriend. I rolled my eyes at how drippingly sweet Cam's voice turned when he talked to her; it wasn't his usual laid back talk, he was more engaged and sounded like something out of a chick flick. Any girl's dreams. The sensitive musician who was also a gentlemen, the perfect guy. Basically, she was a lucky girl.

"Yah, I love you too, Mace. Bye." Cam said, before ending the call. He looked like a love sick puppy before I snapped him out of it by saying, "Dude, it sounds like you lose half your IQ when you talk to her."

He rolled his eyes, probably deciding that I was just jealous. I was just looking out for a friend. And giving him a hard time.

"So… Macy's coming out for visit? I thought she couldn't come out til semester break?" I asked.

"Yah, but she's ahead on homework and her dad said she could come out for the weekend." He explained, smiling widely.

I couldn't help but smile along with him, his joy was always infectious.

"I can't wait to meet the girl you're always raving about." I said, before finishing my cereal and throwing the bowl in the sink.

"Damian! It's your day to the dishes, so you better do that when you get home from acting!" Cameron warned, sounding like my mother.

"Ugh… fine." I said, through my door as I dressed for class.

I ran out the door, still not quite ready for the day. And on top of that, I had an unidentifiable sick feeling in the bottom of my stomach…