Hes a rapper and your a singer. Your both bestfriends and have been for years. Of course, you both flirt with each other as a joke to make the fans go wild. And it works. The fans ship you both all the time. One day, you want into the arena and go backstage to see Oakley before he goes in. You look around and feel somebody hug you from behind.

“Alright luv.” He chuckles as he wraps his hands around your waist, his raspy voice and common English accent very clear when he speaks.