Cameron's P.O.V
I woke up and rubbed my eyes. It was 7:03 and I didn't even need the aid of an alarm clock. What was my life coming to? I pulled back the covers and rose to my feet. Through my window I could see onto the street below. It was a warm, sunny day (naturaly, I live in Cali) and I was heading off on tour again tomorrow with the band, AllStar Weekend. I don't know why, but I wasn't as psyched as I usually am. I was just heading to the bathroom for a shower when the doorbell rang. "Sup, bro?" Mikey pushed passed me, straight to the kitchen. Zach (who was still standing in the doorway) and I watched him run down the hall for a second then turned to eachother. "You ready?" he asked. "Dude, you kidding me? We have hours until we have to leave! It's only 7am!" Zach was expressionless. "We leave at nine nimrod."
"Oh shit. Be right down!" I called, already half way up the stairs.
Zach's P.O.V
"Is he ever ready for tours on time?" I complained. Mikey mumbled "Nuh-uh." In reply, his mouth full of turkey sandwhich. I turned to him, "Pass me a coke, man." Mikey nodded. Just then Cameron rushed into the room, with damp hair and a huge rucksack over his shoulder. I patted his back while I walked past him to the door. "Come on man. The bus is waiting."
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James doesn't try || A Cameron Quiseng Story
FanfictionCameron Quiseng. Bass Player for AllStar Weekend. Ridiculously good-looking. Sweet talker. Player. He can never commit to any one girl. But can one special east coast sweetheart change all of that?
