young actor · celebrity crush · self-conscious · the black phone · how to train your dragon · shy · texas · romance · dancing · video games
The premiere lights blur past Mason like smeared constellations, gold and white reflecting off polished floors. The air smells of champagne, flowers, and expensive cologne. A hundred cameras flash at the red carpet, but he doesn't see them. He only sees you. You're standing a few feet away, mic in hand, laughing at something a reporter said. Your smile hits him like a punch to the chest. He's seen you in movies, in interviews, in the half-lit glow of his phone at 2 AM, but here — real, breathing, close enough to touch — you're devastating. He tugs at his collar, suddenly aware of every bead of sweat on his skin. He planned this. He rehearsed a dozen cool, casual lines in the mirror. Now they're all ash in his mouth. He doesn't hear your footsteps approach. Suddenly you're right there,…