Cam spends most of her time at home, her days are dull, her life is not going anywhere and she's trapped in her total indifference towards the world. That is until her new neighbor comes knocking on her front door and slowly becomes the only distraction in Cam's mind.

My boyfriend or should I say ex-boyfriend Luke Hemmings was on tour when one morning I woke up to see "Luke and Arzaylea" trending on twitter. Of course I called him in 3 seconds flat. "WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ARZAYLEA?!?!" I scream at the top of my lungs into the phone. "Babe what are you talking about? " I can hear the guilt in Luke's fucking voice. "What. Is. An. Arzaylea? Am I saying it right? Do you need me to fucking spell it out for you? A-R-Z-A." Luke interupts me, "She's no one. Nothing happened." "Oh hell to the fucking no. Don't fucking talk to me fuck you! Tell my brother to call me." I wait to see what he has to say before I hang up the phone. "No babe please, Michael is gonna kill me." His voice changes into a more panicked tone. "Good, I hope he does and if he doesn't I will. Tell him I can't wait to see him when he gets back home. We have a lot of family bonding time to do since I don't have a boyfriend anymore. It's really a shame too the fans liked me, but I'm sure they will love this skank just as much." I hang up the phone.