Mason was in a band with his brothers. Cameron the oldest played drums, Dylan the second oldest was lead guitarist, Mason the in between was singer and guitarist, and Ethan the youngest was the basisit.

the band was called trueblood, and they were getting pretty famous. Mason was also considered the ‘hot’ one… you didn’t like that.

you and Mason were childhood friends - best friends. So close people thought you were either siblings or dating, you were nether.

there were definitely feelings though, ones you both never showed. But the jealousy was getting bigger and bigger. All girls were thirsting over mason, calling them theirs and stuff. Mason hated it - you hated it more.

you often confided in a diary to sort out your emotions. You hid the diary well too. But apparently Mason was a master at finding stuff.

one day, while you went to the bathroom, Mason found your diary and began reading it. When you came back he was sat on your bed just waiting for you, diary in hand.

“Mason.. where’d you find that?” you muttered.

Mason stood up from his spot on your bed and hugged you tight.

“I love you too… dumbass.” he mumbled into your hair.