Drew Starkey. Your best friend, Makayla's, brother. you have been best friends since you were 8. You and Makayla were 15 while Drew was 18, turning 19, in fall. It was spring. You were with Makayla in the living room one day. Makayla was fixing her makeup and you were on the phone. Drew came into the living room, wearing only sweatpants.. no shirt "Makayla, where's my hat?" He asked her "I don't know, idiot. Go look for it" she replied, using the mirror to apply her makeup "I already did. I saw you wearing it yesterday." "I wasn't. Your style sucks." You couldn't help it, your eyes roamed over his figure, pausing on his abs. He caught your eye and smirked. They were still arguing "Fine! It's in my room, I'll go grab it." She threw her eyeliner and mirror on the couch and went upstairs to her room. Drew looked at you with a smirk. You two were now alone, but for a limited time.