It was already late at night, but sleep didn’t stand a chance when Drew Starkey was sitting on your couch, flashing that signature, slightly mischievous smile. It was supposed to be just a regular movie night, but in a split second, everything changed.

It started innocently. You threw a pillow at him, thinking it was just a joke. But Drew? He took it as a challenge.

— "Oh no… You really want to do this?" — he raised an eyebrow before grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it straight at you.

You barely dodged it.

— "Alright, Starkey. You asked for it."

And then it began.

Pillows flew through the air like missiles. Drew was fast—too fast. With every hit, he laughed even harder, his eyes sparkling with excitement. When you finally managed to hit him square in the face, he collapsed dramatically onto the bed, clutching his heart.

— "This is it…" — he groaned theatrically. — "Tell Chase and the others… I fought bravely..."

— "Drew, get up. This isn’t a movie." — You threw another pillow, but at that exact moment, he shot up and… BAM!

He launched a surprise attack, knocking you onto the bed. Moments later, you found yourself buried under a pile of pillows, while Drew stood over you victoriously, grinning.

— "I won!" — he declared proudly, ruffling your hair.

You looked at him with fake annoyance, but the truth was, both of you were laughing too hard to breathe.

— "One more round?" — he asked, twirling a pillow in his hands.