Celebrity Status
Celebrity Status, an ongoing L(G)B(T)+ story also on Wattpad and Quotev.
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Chapter Three
Later on that week, Jules was messaging Elías between class and work. He was sitting in his truck, adjusting his collar on his work shirt and frowning at the message Elías had sent about having something important to talk about.
familyjules: hey, dude. i have a bit of time between school and work right now. what's going on?
Mason's stomach flipped when Jules finally replied.
masonfucker1000: hey
masonfucker1000: i need to tell you smth
masonfucker1000: its been eating me up and i feel horrible about it
masonfucker1000: my name isn't elias
masonfucker1000: but i cant tell you who i am and im sorry
Jules looked at the messages as they came in, swallowing hard. He ran a hand through his hair, frowning. He felt like crying. Whoever this was was really torn up, but that didn't matter to him at all. He didn't care who they were, as long as everything else was real. That's all he fucking needed. He didn't really care, just as long as it wasn't...
familyjules: but everything else is real, right? idgaf about your name but we have something here
familyjules: be it friendship or whatever else it could be as long as you're not catfishing me to teach me a lesson or some shit i don't care about that
Mason let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Jules replied.
masonfucker1000: no catfish. everything else i've told you is true.
masonfucker1000: uh wait are you saying you have a crush on me
It was a serious conversation, but Mason couldn't help it. He had blinked and reread the message, doubting its existence for a moment. This was the first time Jules had seriously mentioned them being anything other than just friends. He couldn't just let it go.
Jules blushed at the second message, realizing he had. And he wasn't being totally honest with them either, but... He didn't know what to do. It was too late now to change that, especially if whoever it was was straight and had a crush too, which seemed true. He hoped it was true.
familyjules: maybe. depends on if u feel the same
Mason grinned, face hot at the response.
masonfucker1000: maybe, u say. idk abt that, those sound like v conditional feelings
Jules smiled. Back to good old... whoever.
familyjules: shut up you dork
familyjules: maybe i do have a crush on you.
familyjules: also what should i call you now if not elías?
masonfucker1000: well i definitely have a crush on you, baby
masonfucker1000: you can call me anything you want ;)
familyjules: asshole is the perfect name for you, asshole. ;)
familyjules: okay i gotta get into work. have a good evening, asshole! i'll talk to you later
masonfucker1000: ofc thats what u pick
masonfucker1000: talk to you later, jules x thanks for being awesome
Jules frowned a little at the end of the last text. He could only hear it in Mason's voice from the concert. He'd said it so many times: at every fucking concert Jules had ever watched live and the one he went to. Either this was a Mason superfan who was adopting language, or it... No. It couldn't be.
He pushed the thought out of his head. It was ridiculous.
Yet, as he went into work and through the night, he kept coming back to it. He just kept thinking about how cool and terrifying it would be if he were talking to the actual Mason Hill, but also how unlikely that was.
But it was oh-so fucking likely! The way Mason had kept looking at him at the concert could have been a coincidence, or it could have been Mason looking toward that general area and Jules was just a wishful thinker. Or it could have been Mason looking at him because he knew him. Because he liked him.
But the chances of Mason Hill being Elias and liking Jules... It was so ridiculous. The chance of that was, like, one in a fucking million.
Anyway, shouldn't he be wishfully thinking it was Austin going by his middle name and Jules totally seducing him?
masonfucker1000: hey hey heyyy how's it goin how was work
familyjules: exhausting. underpaying. the usual. had some woman threaten to throw a salad at me tonight because there were tomatoes on it and she hates tomatoes so much it warrants violence supposedly.
familyjules: but i was in a good mood overall thanks to you and your mutual crush... speaking of we should talk about that
masonfucker1000: yikes! cloudy w a chance of tomatoes up in there i see
masonfucker1000: aww! you're welcome
masonfucker1000: alright (?) hit me w it
familyjules: i don't want to like... date or anything til we meet if we ever do
familyjules: don't get me wrong i like you a lot
familyjules: but it feels wrong to do ldr if i can't know your identity at all even though i dont care that much about it
familyjules: just in terms of dating i'd need a name, you know? and more than just your age and that we like each other
Mason groaned. He saw it coming, but fuck.
masonfucker1000: no yeah, that makes sense.
masonfucker1000: i like you a lot
masonfucker1000: shit
masonfucker1000: fuck
masonfucker1000: i want to meet you
masonfucker1000: but
masonfucker1000: i think maybe some more time would be good
masonfucker1000: figure out how im gonna do this
Jules stared at the messages, feeling really bad about it. He sighed, hitting his forehead against the wheel lightly. Idiot.
familyjules: yeah. i'm sorry dude
masonfucker1000: hey no
masonfucker1000: don't worry abt it, you're right
masonfucker1000: you're being super sweet and understanding and i appreciate it
masonfucker1000: have i mentioned i really like you?
Jules sighed, leaning back again. He was too smitten for this guy. This was great. He hadn't seen this yet from him.
familyjules: i really like you, masonfucker1000
familyjules: for lack of a better name
Mason snorted, wheezing and bending over in his seat.
masonfucker1000: wow.
masonfucker1000: you really have a way with words
Mason had been floating on air ever since he'd finally told Jules that he wasn't Elias and Jules said that she liked him. It was amazing! It was unlike anything he'd felt before! Which meant he obviously had to share every detail with his bandmates.
"Good morning, prisoners of the Junkmobile!" Mason announced his knowingly unwanted consciousness as he hopped off his bunk, narrowly missing slamming his head against the top bunk adjacent to his. Their tour bus, which they tended to give nicknames, was a mess, but it was their mess, and really, everything was where it was should be.
"That wasn't the name we agreed on, was it?" Austin frowned, pausing in the middle of a spoonful of cereal.
Andrew rolled his eyes as he tossed a pile of Hot Pockets in the microwave.
"The Rat Roller has many names," Mason ruffled Austin's hair. He froze and frowned at them making sad breakfast. "Hey! No tourfast! Don't we have a few hours for Bryan's break?"
Chris groaned from a bit farther behind them in his bunk, "Stop trying to give everything a tour nickname. I thought you'd given up on that."
Bryan was their driver, and he took his breaks very seriously. He was definitely passed out right now. Not that they interacted with him much to know much more than that. Bryan, as many band bus drivers tended to be (in Nosam's experience), preferred minimal contact with the rabid animals that usually inhabited his enclosure.
"Never!" Mason hollered, grinning. "It's fun. Where's your tour spirit? Now, c'mon, let's go and get some actual food."
Andrew grimaced as if the concept of leaving the bus had physically burned him. "Rather not."
Austin nodded in agreement. "Pretty sure there's fans right outside. We're due for a hotel in a day or two anyway, we'll go out then."
Mason bounced a little, annoyed and definitely going fucking crazy on that bus. He pushed himself off the counter, falling into the booth across from Austin and sinking into it. "Guys, I'm going to lose my shit if I spent one more minute in here. Who cares if there's fans out? We'll say hi. I need out of this bus. I need to do something."
"Then go, no one's stopping you," Andrew looked at him pointedly.
"But I don't wanna go alone," Mason whined, looking off to Chris' bunk, his curtains half-closed. "Chris."
There was loud groaning from the bunk, and the curtains were shoved open as Chris' head poked out, blinking tiredly. "What, Mason?"
"Tell them we have to go out."
"We don't," Chris sighed.
"You guys don't love me anymore," Mason went on, throwing his head back.
Austin rolled his eyes. "Mase, we just want a break. We've got a show tonight, Stella's calling soon and—"
"You called her last night!" Mason sat up to look at him.
Austin blushed, his face turning red like a curtain falling over his face. "So? I miss her, I haven't seen in her in a month."
Mason made multiple sounds that were a mix between constipated groans and a kid throwing a tantrum.
The microwave blared, only adding to the volume. Andrew yanked the door open, a disgruntled sound falling from his lips as he grabbed the burning hot pockets with his bare hands. "And I have a date with the PS4," he announced as he carefully placed a can of Redbull on top of the pile in his hands and escaped to the back of the bus. Chris promptly ducked his head back in so Andrew could pass by, giving Mason a pleading look as he closed the curtain.
Mason pouted, quieting down as he stared at Austin, who awkwardly pushed Reese's Puffs around in his bowl, taking out his phone. Mason groaned again. "How about brunch? In a few hours?" he asked, loud enough Andrew in the back could hear. "C'mon, I want to tell you guys something."
"If it's about cyber sex with your fan, nyet!" Andrew hollered back.
"I second that motion. I've heard enough about Jules' sexting skills," Austin gagged.
The bunk their bassist was in made a bunch of unintelligible, mumbled Sleepy Chris sounds that Mason roughly translated to: I agree and I'm happy for you Mason, but please, no more of that.
Mason grinned, "No, but it's important. Pretty please?"
"Yes!" Chris yelled in exasperation, followed by a noncommittal uh huh from Andrew. Mason smiled, and then quickly dropped it to give Austin a sad look, but his performance was rudely interrupted by Austin's phone ringing.
Austin's face lit up as he picked up his phone, glancing up at Mason. "Okay, okay, brunch, but go somewhere else, alright? Watch Andrew or something."
"Okay, but if you guys start talking dirty, I'll throw your phone out the window."
Mason settled in next to Andrew, who frowned and sighed quietly, but otherwise didn't complain. The back of the bus was, for the most part, an unspoken quiet area, unless everyone was playing a game or talking about a game, or it was a Serious Conversation.
Mason watched Andrew dominate, and then Andrew handed him a controller. Chris joined later when he wanted to get away from Austin and Stella's horrible phone call that was, of course, taking a turn for the sexual. Mason quickly opted out of the next game when he got a message from Jules.
familyjules: hey hey masonfucker1000
masonfucker1000: oh my god not you again
familyjules: ): u hate me that much already? didn't we just admit we have crushes?
Mason grinned at the reminder. Crushes! He felt like he was fourteen, but he didn't care. They had mutual crushes, and this felt genuine, and natural, and like it could actually be something. AKA, as he was realizing, the polar opposite of all his exes.
masonfucker1000: what? idk what ur talking abt man
familyjules: not-elías cmon
familyjules: don't be a dumbass ):
masonfucker1000: im always a dumbass, darling
masonfucker1000: how was work?
familyjules: eh, it was alright. people are rude, but it's expected
familyjules: how was ur day? haven't heard from u much today
masonfucker1000: its been p chill! day off! mostly been lazying around and playing video games w friends! i hate tony he beats me! almost always! im gonna kill him!! and you wont even know its him on the news!
Sometime early on in their online relationship, Mason had had a hard time not mentioning Andrew, Austin, and Chris. They were his coworkers, his bandmates, his best friends and his family. His bros! How could he not? So, he'd ended up using other names for them. Tony, from Andrew's middle name Anthony, Vic from one of Austin's last names, and well, he'd just been spelling Chris as Criss, which was horrendous but a necessary evil.
familyjules: i'll keep an eye out for tonys in the obituaries and let the cops know they should look for a traveling prostitute who sounds like mason hill when he sings. what game did u play?
masonfucker1000: alrighty but I'm like fucking Mary Poppins ill be up and out before they even get there
masonfucker1000: Halo 5
familyjules: you're fucking mary poppins and not me?
familyjules: D:
masonfucker1000: ohmy god
masonfucker1000: i wish
masonfucker1000: i had a disney boner for her i swear
familyjules: okay but do u mean julie andrews or emily blunt poppins?
masonfucker1000: UH COME ON
masonfucker1000: OBVIOUSLY JULIE ANDREWS
masonfucker1000: MY TASTES ARE RAD AND CLASSY
familyjules: just making sure dude
familyjules: emily blunt's pretty hot after all
masonfucker1000: MEH SHES ALRIGHT
familyjules: smh your tastes are awful
masonfucker1000: u just fucking dissed urself
familyjules: damn right i did.
familyjules: on the contrary tho
familyjules: i have amazing taste.
masonfucker1000: dont u dare! u are the most gorgeous! the MOST! gorgeous!
masonfucker1000: and shit i cant argue that
familyjules: making me blush again, mf1000? already?
masonfucker1000: anytime and all the time
masonfucker1000: okay but what if I had the biggest grossest mole like
masonfucker1000: on my nose
masonfucker1000: im not saying i DO
masonfucker1000: i DON'T
masonfucker1000: and I'm also not saying moles are gross
masonfucker1000: okay
masonfucker1000: what I mean is
masonfucker1000: what if i was your definition of
masonfucker1000: fucking butt ugly
familyjules: oh, you're mason hill?
masonfucker1000: oh
masonfucker1000: my
masonfucker1000: fucking
masonfucker1000: god
masonfucker1000: u KNOW you wish u were mason's hands !!!!
masonfucker1000: i cant believe you !!!
masonfucker1000: i thought we had something !!!
familyjules: i didn't say his hands weren't pretty
familyjules: just a joke!! you dumbass
masonfucker1000: His HANDS?
masonfucker1000: thats ALL?
masonfucker1000: what about his PERFECT FACE?
masonfucker1000: his MUSCLES?
masonfucker1000: his HAIR?
masonfucker1000: his ASS?
masonfucker1000: his AVERAGE DICK?
familyjules: they're not awful, i guess. i doubt you look too much like him tho
masonfucker1000: I LOOK perfect
masonfucker1000: THATS ALL U NEED TO KNOW RN
masonfucker1000: AND HE'S PERFECT
familyjules: god this is why i don't interact with mason stans smfh
familyjules: now if u look like austin.... i'll nut in my jeans as soon as i see u
masonfucker1000: FUCK U
masonfucker1000: MASON STANS ARE THE BEST
masonfucker1000: and i look BETTER than austin so u WILL nut
familyjules: better??
familyjules: than austin?????
familyjules: does not compute?????????
masonfucker1000: you're INSUFFERABLE
masonfucker1000: I'll murder him
Mason whined indignantly, earning a look from both Chris and Andrew as he grabbed a pillow and stood up to launch it at Austin, who stopped mid-sentence to Stella to stammer and glare at him. "We're not being gross!" He blushed at whatever Stella said in response to that, quickly turning away again.
Mason sat back down without explanation, only mildly satisfied.
familyjules: okay im starting to think you're a traveling murderer prostitute. is that more correct?
masonfucker1000: im too pretty for prison
familyjules: that... wasn't a no
masonfucker1000: 😉🔫🔥🗡️💼🕶🤖🖤😍💥
familyjules: what's the robot doin in there? do u kill via robot?
masonfucker1000: im an emotionless killer
masonfucker1000: ruthless
familyjules: OH. kinky
masonfucker1000: oh, yeah? youre into that?
familyjules: ;)
familyjules: maybe i am
masonfucker1000: wait ur into ruthless murderers or being ruthlessly murdered
familyjules: ;)
masonfucker1000: oh my god its the latter isnt it
familyjules: 🤤🔫🗡️🔥🤖
Mason had practically dragged the boys out of the bus. For all the constant complaining about how cramped and boring the bus was, they sure hated leaving it. Which was totally understandable, fans could be a lot, especially after hanging with them during so many shows and meet and greets, but it was definitely worth it for some food. Or at least that was what Mason thought.
With the help of a couple of bodyguards, the guys managed to get through a small crowd of fans and cameras near the bus, and into the nearest decent-looking restaurant. Mason sighed happily as they were seated. "You guys need sunlight and all that. Papa Rod said we shouldn't be shut in the bus if we can help it."
"Papa Rod can suck it," Andrew kicked lightly at Mason's leg, looking over the menu with interest.
"Do you think they have frozen yogurt? I've been craving it for weeks," Austin questioned, miserable and hopeful as he flipped to the back of the menu. Chris' eyes widened and he dropped his menu in favor of looking at desserts with Austin.
Mason laughed, "If you guys are doing dessert first, I'm in, but I want pie. Wait, you're distracting me! I need to tell you something—"
"They do!" Chris pointed out the froyo on the menu, and Austin gasped.
Andrew watched them deliberate excitedly over flavors in amusement, glancing at Mason. "What's up?"
"I sort of told Jules the truth. That I'm not who I've been telling her I am," Mason blurted, raising an eyebrow as Austin and Chris stopped to stare at him.
"What does that mean?" Austin gaped. "Does she know who you are? Did she faint? Have you checked social media?"
Chris tried to discreetly check his phone.
"No," Mason rolled his eyes, laughing a little, "Of course she doesn't know— I just, I couldn't keep lying like that, I felt like shit. And after actually meeting her... I just couldn't, so I told her I'm not Elias, but that I can't really tell her much about me."
"Oh," Chris frowned, putting his phone down. "That's... still sort of..."
"Complicated?" Andrew supplied, playing with his fingers anxiously as a few people around them stared and whispered to themselves excitedly. "How'd she take it?"
"Great, and we even admitted we had feelings—"
Andrew gasped sarcastically, smiling slightly as he dropped his chin in his hands as he leaned forward. "You admitted you had feelings?"
"You're not funny, Drew," Mason tried to hide a smile, his next words making it easier. "She said that we can't really... well, date, if she doesn't know stuff about me and hasn't even met me. I told her I'd need time to figure it out. I want to tell her, but... I don't know," Mason muttered, sighing and looking down at the table as he played with the corners of his menu.
"Makes sense," Chris smiled sympathetically, giving his hand.
"We would really like to not experience another Catherine," Austin teased.
Andrew shuddered, "Don't even mention it, I still half-expect for some agent to send us a thriller screenplay based on your fan stalker."
"Ha ha," Mason chuckled, "Okay, I know I've said I'm not really into the big screen, but I would totally do that one."
Andrew looked to Austin and Chris. "So, are we getting the froyo?"
They spent way more time than was necessary debating the validity of certain froyo flavors (honestly, an old debate constantly refueled), Mason checking the Nosam site after they had finally agreed on one.
masonfucker1000:
real talk: whos the one person youre embarrassed to say you want to fuck
familyjules: real talk? mason hill
masonfucker1000: aw COME ON
masonfucker1000: what did MASON HILL EVER DO TO U??
familyjules: im KIDDING
familyjules: ur reactions are just hilarious
familyjules: honestly tho? my clone. i'd fuck myself.
masonfucker1000: sadist
masonfucker1000: wait
masonfucker1000: what
masonfucker1000: what
masonfucker1000: you'd what
familyjules: lots of shame in that
familyjules: you heard me
familyjules: read me?
masonfucker1000: 1) i did not expect that
masonfucker1000: 2) why would you have any shame in that
familyjules: 1) gotta keep you on your toes
familyjules: 2) it's fucking myself, dude??? you wouldn't feel any shame if someone walked in on u fucking ur clone?
masonfucker1000: not at all
masonfucker1000: thatd be hot
familyjules: anyway, who would you be embarrassed to fuck?
familyjules: you're biased.
masonfucker1000: biased? cuz i know im hot shit? yeah probably
masonfucker1000: and uh...
masonfucker1000: huh
masonfucker1000: Christina Ricci
familyjules: oh, i thought you were talking about u walking in on me fucking myself. damn. familyjules: misinterpreted
familyjules: and christina ricci????? she's fucking hot
familyjules: why would u be embarrassed
masonfucker1000: that would also be hot
masonfucker1000: and yes, she is
masonfucker1000: you don't just fuck christina ricci, you take her out on a date and then get horribly rejected by her
familyjules: .....fair.
masonfucker1000: not to mention shes probably a top
familyjules: major top vibes from ricci too. u trying to tell me something, not-elías?
familyjules: HA
masonfucker1000: ... im a top
familyjules: what if u walked in on christina ricci fucking me
familyjules: what then
masonfucker1000: oh shit
masonfucker1000: id be so mad
familyjules: would u bottom for christina?
masonfucker1000: ...................................................................
masonfucker1000: yes.
familyjules: damn. u would be embarrassed to fuck her then huh
familyjules: wait would u be embarrassed to fuck stella? u could take her and i could take austin
"Ugh, gross," Mason grimaced, sighing at Austin, who had some froyo stuck to his mouth when he looked up at him. "Why is Jules so obsessed with boning you? It's like, the only turn-off."
Austin shrugged sheepishly. "You're finally into someone and she couldn't care less about Mason Hill. It's the universe telling you you're not that great."
"Don't slander, Sally, I'm the best the universe has ever made. The Goddess made me on the seventh day."
Austin opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Froyo was vastly more important than Mason's ego.
masonfucker1000: oh jesus christ
masonfucker1000: i guess i would but i don't like the second part of that plan
familyjules: you don't? ):
masonfucker1000: nope
masonfucker1000: you can take chris
familyjules: ugh
familyjules: dont get me wrong i love chris but i don't love chris
masonfucker1000:
masonfucker1000: ugh?
masonfucker1000: HA
masonfucker1000: thats hilarious
familyjules: he's just big inspo!
familyjules: christo!
masonfucker1000: how bout Andrew?
familyjules: UGH
familyjules: BORING
masonfucker1000: OH SHIT cmon
masonfucker1000: what makes u think he'd be boring?
familyjules: i'd take MASON over andrew
familyjules: i mean, andy's cool and all but he's so quiet
masonfucker1000: you make it sound like fucking mason would be so horrible
familyjules: need someone to talk to
familyjules: puh-LEASE he would be
masonfucker1000: the quiet ones are always the freaky ones
masonfucker1000: oh he talks a lot to the band doesn't he?
masonfucker1000: WHY DO U SAY THAT
familyjules: the freaky ones? are you joking that andrew's freaky? interesting
familyjules: yeah but i'm not the band!
masonfucker1000: im just sayin its who hes close to !
familyjules: what, are u jealous of mason now cuz he's my second choice? this is hypothetical, man
masonfucker1000: masons above all, im jealous u somehow think austin tops him and me and apparently everyone else
masonfucker1000: do u have eyes??
familyjules: hey i didn't know you were in this equation
familyjules: i'd choose you anyday, ne
familyjules: definitely my top choice.
familyjules: 1. not-elías (tho i'd need a name to moan)
2. austin elías salinas vicente
3. mason hill
masonfucker1000: awwww SHUCKS scratch that i have never been jealous in my entire life
masonfucker1000: I read that as neigh tho
masonfucker1000: what's your favorite thing in the entire world
familyjules: is that even a question?
masonfucker1000: yes it is tell me
masonfucker1000: is it sour gummy worms
familyjules: oh that's a good one
familyjules: check out that list again, dude
familyjules: hello? did i kill u or something?
masonfucker1000:
YEAH how are you single ???
give a dude a WARNING
familyjules: whoops
familyjules: just found the right person, so... waiting on them
familyjules: OOPS. warning
masonfucker1000: im the right person, huh?
familyjules: pretty sure you could be
familyjules: not a 60 year old mouth breather? apparently hotter than austin? loves nosam?
familyjules: hilarious?
familyjules: sweet?
familyjules: only downside is: mason stan.
familyjules: but that i can live with
masonfucker1000: oh my god that's an UPSIDE
masonfucker1000: youre really in for it baby
masonfucker1000: im the definition of the right one
familyjules: oh, i'm sure
masonfucker1000:
despite your unrelenting obsession w Austin, you are absolutely heartstoppingly gorgeous, and the easiest person to talk to, with the lamest sense of humor (like me) and you are a huge teddy bear!! 🐻 so right back atcha, sweetheart
familyjules: dumbass. there's that sweetness i was talking about 💙💙💙💙
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