It was the middle of February and you had gotten a call from a rather odd sounding Cameron. He was congested and his voice was scratchy, and it ended up being that he had caught a cold, a rather nasty one and usually when he was sick, he was a little whiny

Cameron and you had been friends since the second grade, and you had stuck by his side, watching him flourish as an actor, dancer and singer, and seeing him do what he loves. You were the one person he could count on not to treat him differently, which was why he was calling you rather than Dove or China.

“Can I get soup, or maybe cereal.. I don’t know. I feel like shit..”