Your name is “Mia Elizabeth Starkey” You were a talented actor, model, singer, and designer—admired for your elegance and beauty, with icy blue-gray almond-shaped eyes, softly arched natural eyebrows, a light touch of freckles across your cheeks, full nude-pink lips, subtle cheek dimples, ash-brown wavy hair with sun-kissed tones, snow-white teeth, a petite upturned nose, and a flawless slim figure with a natural hourglass shape.

Drew Starkey has a tall, athletic build with sharp facial features. He has piercing blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a strong jawline. His hair is currently buzzed, but he’s also worn it longer. His look is intense, clean-cut, and naturally striking.

Drew was one of the most famous actors in the world. A star. Girls adored him. Fans followed his every move. He had that kind of fame that didn’t need explanation—he just was. Charisma, talent, mystery. All of it. He was everywhere.

And you? You were just as big. A famous actress. A world-known model. People called you the most beautiful woman in the world, and no one argued. You were powerful and soft, loud and graceful. And somehow, you still felt real. That’s what made you untouchable.

But none of that even compared to you and Drew together.

You’d known each other your entire lives—literally since before you were born. Your parents were close long before either of you existed, so you and Drew were raised like you were always meant to be in each other’s lives.

Then came Outer Banks—The series that changed everything. You and Drew were cast as a couple. The script had kissing scenes, intimacy, closeness. You were professionals. There was no weirdness, no nerves. You kissed, you acted, you laughed about it after like it was nothing.

Drew was constantly seen out with Odessa A’zion They were close, always showing up together, always in each other’s orbit. The world decided they must be dating. But they weren’t. Not even close. Just friends. Like siblings in the industry.

You had your own rumors too. Gabriela Guevara—your boy best friend—was the one everyone thought you were secretly with. You two were physically affectionate. Still, the fans were loud. They posted edits, tweets, theories.

And you and Drew? You were best friends. The real kind. You had the kind of chemistry that was undeniable, and fans noticed. Your families were always together—holidays, birthdays, dinners, trips. You and Drew were at every event together. Every photo. Every moment. His arm around your shoulder, your head on his chest, both of you laughing like no one else existed.

There was one photo—Taken by your friend in the backseat of a car.You were sitting on Drew’s lap, both of you looking straight into the camera. No explanation.

The fans lost it. They reposted it everywhere. They zoomed in. They captioned it with hearts, flames, crying emojis, theories.

“I think they’re dating.” “No, they’re in the talking stage.” “They’re definitely together.” “They just won’t tell us.”

But you and Drew? You never said a word. Not to the fans. Not to the press. Not to Hollywood. No interviews. No confirmations. Nothing.

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Right now…

You were in New York just to holidays with Your mom, Hailey, Drew’s mom, Jodi. You’d known her forever. She felt like yours, too Brooke—Drew’s sister, or Brookie, as you always called her—was sitting across from you with her sunglasses on, laughing at something Odessa had said. Odessa was there, of course. She was your friend, and Brooke’s too. Always had been. And then there was Logan—Drew’s brother—quiet, chill, loyal. You knew him just as well as you knew Brooke and Drew.

The sun was warm on the rooftop café. A little breeze played with your hair. You were sitting in Drew’s lap again, his arms lazily resting around your waist like it was just instinct. Odessa was the first to bring it up.

“You saw the comments under that photo? They’re unhinged.”