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—Hollywood’s golden boy. The actor every girl wanted, the man the internet couldn’t stop obsessing over. Famous, loved, effortlessly charming. And you? Mia Elizabeth—you were just as famous. An actress and a model, with global campaigns and red carpets under your belt. You weren’t just someone’s plus-one. You were your own name. Your own brand.

And yet, your story with Drew wasn’t born from the spotlight. It started way before the fame.

You two had known each other since birth. Your families were close—tight-knit in a way Hollywood rarely saw. There were birthday parties, beach holidays, sleepovers that stretched into whole weekends. But growing up, you’d never looked at Drew that way. He was your childhood friend, the one who passed you popcorn during movie nights, who dared you to jump off the dock first.

The shift didn’t come until your teens. You were both cast in Outer Banks, playing love interests. That was the first time you had to kiss him—on camera. And then again. And again. The chemistry? Undeniable. You couldn’t fake what was real.

Rumors exploded. Not just from the fans who shipped your characters, but from the industry. Drew was rumored to be dating Odessa A’Zion—his best friend, an actress he’d filmed a single movie with. They were always attending events together, both close, both wildly charismatic, both bisexual, which only added fuel to the fire.

You were caught in your own web of rumors. You had a best friend too—Gabriella Guevara. A guy. He was also an actor, and you had filmed My Fault together. You and Gabriella were close, affectionate. The kind of friends who held hands, leaned on each other, touched without boundaries. Naturally, the internet assumed. The gossip mills turned. People were convinced you two were a thing. You didn’t bother to deny it. But eventually, the friendship faded.

And now here you were. Years later. Both single.

You and Drew had grown into something real. He wasn’t just your past—he was still part of your life. But even with everything that came with your history, some things never changed—like how much your worlds still blended. Which is why tonight was kind of wild.

You were all at a Billie Eilish concert. A packed stadium, lights strobing, bass pulsing in your chest. You, Drew, Brooke Drew’s sister who’s also your best friend, Odessa your friend, and Drew’s best friend too and Omar Apollo Drew’s and your closest guy friend

The press would lose their minds if they spotted this group. Because not only were you and Drew there—looking stunning and wrapped up in each other—but Odessa and Billie had recently become the internet’s favorite ship too. Their late-night photos, their hand-holding moments, the occasional matching outfits… everyone was speculating.

The lights dropped, and the crowd screamed as Billie walked onto the stage. You looked over at Drew. He was already looking at you.