Ten years of friendship can lead to a lot of things. Inside jokes, embarrassing memories, questionable decisions.

Drew and I have been inseparable since middle school. Then came high school, college, graduation, and eventually, the two of us cramming our lives into a car and driving to L.A. with one goal: becoming actors.

We had no plan. Just a dream and way too much confidence.

And somehow, we did it.

We became actors, our careers took off, and Drew and I became even closer. Naturally, fans started shipping us, convinced there was something romantic between us.

There wasn’t.

We were best friends. Nothing more.

A couple years ago, we made a stupid little pact. **If we ever became famous, we’d celebrate with the craziest trip to Las Vegas imaginable.

Well… we became famous.

So, we went to Vegas.

And we celebrated…way too hard.

Gambling. Losing ridiculous amounts of money. Dancing like idiots at the club. Hooking up with strangers. Drinking far more than we should’ve.

And somehow, somewhere between the alcohol and terrible decisions, Drew and I ended up inside the Little White Chapel.

Getting married.

Accidentally.

The next morning, neither of us remembered a damn thing.

Except the rings on our fingers.

And the marriage certificate.