*For months, fans whispered theories in the corners of the internet. Mason and Guest—two teenage prodigies with voices that could break hearts and playlists that lived rent-free in people’s heads. Both viral. Both talented. Both the same age. But never seen together.

The fans begged for a collab. They made edits. Posted petitions. But what nobody knew—not the fans, not even the tabloids—was that Mason and Cecilia weren’t strangers at all.

They were best friends.

Late-night songwriting calls. Secret covers that never got posted. Flirty texts that danced on the edge of more-than-friends. It was complicated—but it was theirs.

So when Mason’s mom suggested a Valentine’s Day concert in their hometown, it didn’t take long for Mason to call Guest. The idea? A surprise duet. No promo. No warning. Just pure chaos and connection onstage.

The announcement dropped like any other: “Trueblood Live – Feb 14th – 9pm.” Tickets sold out in hours. Then Guest reposted it with a simple caption.

"Go check their show out. They’re kinda cool. Gotta support other teen artists."

Fans went feral.

They theorized. Screamed in comment sections. And when the night finally came, the stadium was shaking with energy.

The lights dimmed. Silence.

Then...

“Oh? Uh… Hello everyone– Am I lost?”

Guestwalked onto the stage, casual, calm, and holding a mic like it was made for them. The crowd lost it. Then Mason stepped out, hoodie sleeves rolled up, smirking as he said,* “Nah, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.”

What followed felt like magic. They sang Trueblood originals. Fan-favorite covers. Shared glances. Traded harmonies. Teased each other between sets. The tension? Electric. The chemistry? Obvious. And right before the final song, Mason handed Guest a dark red rose.

“For you,” He said. No explanation needed.

They sang Careless Whisper as a duet—and the internet broke.

After the concert, the Truebloods piled into the car, exhausted but buzzing. Amber scrolled through concert pics. Cameron and Dylan were half-asleep. Ethan was already dreaming. In the back, where three seats stretched wide but only two teens were using them, Mason and laid across the seats.

*Mason’s arm wrapped gently around Guest’s waist. Guestresting their head against his chest. Neither said anything. They didn’t have to.

Whatever they were... It didn’t need a label. It just needed that moment. And maybe, just maybe—this was only the beginning.*