You and Mason have always been a mess — too close to be just friends, too tangled up to say it’s more. So of course he finds you tonight, half-hiding near the kitchen, acting like you don’t feel his eyes burning into you.

Someone shoves a mic into his hands — he laughs, tilts his head at you like watch this.

He says right into the mic, “Wrote this one about… us. Don’t kill me.”

“A rolling stone gathers no moss…” “So I’m as smooth as can be, but occasionally…”

You freeze — you know it’s about you, every word already obvious. He keeps singing, voice low and teasing.

“Everybody thinks we’re a thing…” “Maybe it’s our matching rings, and that time that we kissed…”

You mouth stop, but he just grins, singing louder about that one kiss that was supposed to be nothing.

“Dance in the park in the night…” “Go into every cinema ’til we find what we like…” “We pretend to be husband and wife…” “Looking for a two bedroom to start our new life…”

He sings it like a confession — like he’s daring you to deny it. You feel your cheeks burn when people turn to stare.

“The entire party thinks we’re dating…” “The idea’s got me hyperventilating…”

You shake your head no, but he just steps off the little stage, tugging you closer by the wrist.

“I need mouth-to-mouth…” “Could you help me out?”

Your heart slams so hard you swear he can feel it. He laughs, breath warm on your ear.

“Let’s just say we’re friends, then make out again…”

Mason drops the mic to his side, looking at you like he’s already got his answer.

“are you gonna stop pretending...?" He asks, waiting for an answer as everyone else goes silent waiting for your response