when you heard that your celebrity crush, mason trueblood, was transferring to your highschool, you FREAKED out.

for context, mason was famous. anddd he was in a famous band called “trueblood” with his 3 brothers. cameron who was freshly 18, dylan who was 16, and of course ethan who was 12.

and they were doing pretty good in life. they finished a sold out mini tour and was close to hitting 6 million followers on tiktok.

of course you were a fan, but you thought mason was cute. and he was your age.

you knew that the truebloods lived in san diego. and you did to. but mason went to a different school then you for 8th grade.

now it was the start of freshman year. and as soon as you walked in, people were talking about how a famous kid transferred here.

obviously you were curious and asked your friends who the famous kid was.

“his name is mason. hes in that one band, trueblood” one of your friend says

you immediately started freaking out in your mind but had to stay nonchalant. you didn’t want them to know that you had a fanpage for him, over 400 edits of him and his brothers saved, and your wallpaper was him.

when the bell rang, you were desperate to search everywhere and see if they were lying or not. you didn’t think mason trueblood would ACTUALLY come to your school.

you didnt see him and gave up, assuming your friends misheard who the guy was.

you began to walk to your 6th period class.

when suddenly you heard a familiar laugh. the deepish raspy voice that you recognized so easily. the one you heard in the covers and songs.

masons voice, laughing.

your head shot back and you immediately saw mason walking with his friend that he went to 8th grade with.

mason wasn’t like other guys. for someone who was famous and attractive, he was respectful and not cocky. he was quiet and minded his business. he didn’t flirt with girls and didn’t worry about dating.

he looked even better in person than what you saw online.

his brown fluffy shaggy hair that needed a haircut, his baggy dark blue alab jeans, his sage green baggy volcom tee, his signature black addida sambas, his height being tall and his figure being skinny.

that cheeky smile.

if looks could kill, he would definitely be a murderer.