It was dark and cold. December nights without a jacket were not for the weak AT ALL.

For context, you and the trueblood band came out to san diego to perform live.

You had underestimated how cold it was actually gonna be so your dumbass didn’t bring a jacket or anything for warmth.

Mason was the first to notice you shivering tons. He didn’t want you to be cold on stage while all of you performed so he did what any gentleman would do.

He yanked off his sweater and handed it to you. Now he was just in baggy black jeans and a black matching t-shirt that said ‘trueblood’ in red that his mom made all of you wear.

“Just put it on. And next time don’t underestimate the weater.”

He stated right before you all got the signal it was time to go on stage and perform.

As you guys set everything up on stage and greeted the audience, fans began to recognize that the sweater you had on was DEFINITELY not yours but they still couldn’t figure out whos it was exactly.

Until they saw mason without one.

You could hear ‘awws’ and other amused stuff coming from the crowd.