Nash or Cameron

Is that Nash

It's winter and not even cold. Well that's how it is in California. I walked out wearing skinny black jeans with a muscle tee that read 'WHAT' on it.
As I was walking I heard something crack behind, me like a branch or something. I quickly turned around to see who or what it was, but I saw nothing.
Then I started to hear footsteps and someone laughing. I stopped in my tracks and glance over my shoulder.
'OMFG it's Nash Grier!!!!'
'Wait no it can't be'
'Im pretty sure I can tell someone I adore from some other random person'
I debated in my head if it was him or not. Forgetting that I stopped walking, he ran into me.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He apologized.
"Oh no, it's my fault, I kinda just stood there in your way." I replied calmer than I thought I would sound.
"I'm Nash Grier,... by the way. Well only if you really cared or wanted to know then that's my name." He stuttered.
"Why am I so nervous" he whispered under his breath, but I heard it.
"I'm Mae Stevens, and I already know who you are from social media" I said even calmer this time.
"Oh so your a fan?" He asked.
"Well, you can say that. You're really cool and I watch you sometimes." I said which was a lie. I didn't want to be noticed as a fan that knows every little thing about him.
"I was just about to go to head to In and Out you wanna come?" He asked. Oh my shit! He just invited me to go eat with him. HELL YEAH.
"Sounds good" I said and started to walk next to him to In and Out. Which means I'm gonna be skipping school.