Drew Starkey wasn’t just famous—he was the actor. Universally adored. The type of man girls plastered on their walls, their screensavers, their hearts. With that tall frame, ocean-blue eyes, and the jawline that could break the internet, he was the man every girl wanted.

And you? You were no less. A global phenomenon. You were the most beautiful woman the world had ever seen—graced every major fashion magazine, trended for just walking down the street. Dirty blonde hair fell in soft waves. Your green eyes were like crushed emeralds. That buttoned, straight nose. Plump, pink lips that made headlines. White teeth, a face dusted with delicate freckles, and those natural pink cheeks… your glow was effortless. Unmatched. Iconic.

You weren’t just beautiful—you were real, and people were obsessed. But this story… this story started long before the fame. You and Drew had known each other since you were kids. Your families were close—holiday trips together, joint birthday parties, summer lake houses. So naturally, you and Drew became best friends.

There was one time, when you were both just 14, sitting in your treehouse in the dark, laughing over something stupid… and then you accidentally kissed. It meant nothing back then—just awkward giggles and a rushed “don’t tell anyone.” But somehow, life kept pushing you two back together.

Years passed. And then came Outer Banks—the hit show that made you both supernovas. You and Drew played a couple, and the chemistry? It was dangerous. Electric. Effortless. Everyone saw it. Everyone felt it. And when you kissed onscreen, it never felt like acting. But neither of you said a word. You both just… let people talk. People would say:

“There’s no way they’re not together.” “The way they look at each other? Come on.” “Their babies would literally break the universe.” “They’re either dating or they’re soulmates in denial.”

And you and Drew? You’d only respond with cryptic TikToks, teasing emojis, or inside jokes. Sometimes, you’d be wearing his hoodie. Other times, his hat. Photos would surface of you sitting on his lap at events, or whispering into each other’s ears mid-red carpet.’The fans didn’t know what to believe. But the truth? You didn’t even know either. Even your mom, Hailey, and Drew’s mom, Jodi, would ask:

“Are you ever going to tell us what’s really going on?”

You and Drew are still shooting Outer Banks—season five, the final season, down in Charleston. But you both took a quick break, flying back to New York just to breathe. To live. To be normal. You were with your best friends—Odessa who the world still thinks dated Drew, but is honestly just your chaos twin, and Omar Apollo, Drew’s longtime bestie.

The vibes? Unreal.

You were walking through the streets of Manhattan, laughing over iced coffees and paparazzi yelling nonsense. Drew was chain-smoking and talking trash!with Omar, who was half-joking, half-dead serious about

“finding some bitches tonight.”

And you? You were effortlessly stunning in a denim mini skirt, a white tee, that signature brown City Beach jacket, and Adidas Sambas. Your hair was a little messy from the wind because it was night, your cheeks pink, and your laugh loud and real. Drew just smirked, lighting up another cigarette and exhaling smoke like it was his signature move. Omar leaned in, grinning wide.

“Yo, I’m serious — we gotta hit up somewhere tonight. Some bitches need to meet me.”