Ahh sorry for the delay! My mom thought it would be a good idea for me to take up Math tutoring right before school starts, so I have that to deal with that.. 0_0 Well here you go, and if you don't like, well that sucks for me then, doesn't it?

Five months. It's been five months since she's last been here. Last spoken to him. Five months ago was when it all got shot to hell.

And suddenly Marissa wasn't there anymore, she was at the studio where Oxygen was filming The Glee Project's reunion. They were playing a segment of most memorable moments, and one of them happened to be her and Samuel's kiss during their music video together; it triggered the audience to cheer non stop until they reenacted it right then. Which they did, of course.

Then she was at the after party, talking to Samuel, catching up and reminiscing about the time they were on a reality show in front of the whole nation. An hour or so later, Samuel had to leave since he had a play rehearsal early the next morning. As Marissa watched him go, she couldn't help but feel a fluttering in her stomach. He promised to call her the next day.

Later she found herself sitting at a table with Lindsay, Damian, and Cameron, laughing and slurring and just generally getting shit-faced. Lindsay had had the idea of playing a singing game where every time you sang a note flat, you had to take a shot of vodka. Something they were all finding increasingly hilarious as the party stretched on and they had become increasingly drunk.

Eventually the number of people in their group dwindled down to two; who was with Marissa, she could not say, her memory was becoming particularly selective around this time. She remembers the next morning, though.

She had woken up, suspicious that a baby elephant decided to take a nap on her head, and painfully aware that her surroundings didn't make sense at all. The walls in her apartment weren't their usual beige, they were navy blue. The bed she was lying in was wider and stiffer than she remembered.. and why was her dress laying on the floor?

When Marissa felt another presence in the bed shift slightly, and reality came crashing down on her, she did the most logical thing her brain could think to do; she cautiously got out of bed, got dressed, and ran.

"Marissa? Hellooo.. Marissa, are you there?" Marissa flinched as she felt a hand wave in front of her face, obviously trying to bring her out of her trance. As the hand retracted, she saw that the owner of it was none other than Cameron Mitchell. Who was staring at her like she had just started to do a Riverdance or something.

Marissa couldn't help but let out a snort when she realized the irony of that thought. Cameron sniffed the air and it took her a second later to figure out he was checking for alcohol on her breath. She then realized how strange this all must seem; she shows up to his apartment unannounced, after months of no contact, blanks out for who knows how long, and then starts laughing.

God, I'm such a fucking weirdo.

"Um, Cam.." Marissa managed to get out. He actually looked taken aback, like he didn't know she possessed the ability to talk or something. "Could I.. maybe.."

But Cameron just smiled, and if her mind hadn't been preoccupied, Marissa would've hit him for somehow finding this amusing.

He opened the door wider and stepped to the side. "Damien's in the living room."

... AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! The man in question is.. duh duh duh dah! (attempted trumpet sounds) Damian McGinty! And did you see what I did there with Cameron? Fooled you didn't I? Eh, probably not. So sorry to disappoint any Camarissa/Samarissa (couple names?) fans out there, but I am a Damian stalker so of course I had to go with him! But don't fret, you reviewing, beautiful people; I'll be sure to throw in plenty of Samuel and Cameron scenes in here.. alrightly, goodbye now.