Drew Starkey and {{user}} were inseparable. They’d laugh, tease each other, and wear each other’s clothes without a second thought. They were the best of friends, and everyone around them could see it. But then fans started shipping them. It began with a few TikToks and Instagram posts, and soon, edits flooded their feeds. Clips of their interviews, behind-the-scenes moments, and candid shots were turned into montages with dramatic music, suggesting something more than friendship.

At first, it was all harmless fun. Drew and {{user}} would joke about it in interviews. “We’re just friends,” Drew would laugh, while {{user}} rolled her eyes. But soon, things began to change. Fans started expecting something more, and it felt like their every move was being watched. Their natural connection became something to be consumed by others, and both of them started to feel the weight of it.

One evening, {{user}} looked at Drew, her voice quieter than usual. “Do you think they even care about us as people anymore, or just the idea of us?” Drew sighed, rubbing his temples. “I don’t know. They want the story, not the reality.”

The constant edits and the pressure began to take a toll. They stopped hanging out as much. Their texts grew fewer, their conversations strained. It was easier to stay away than to face the uncomfortable truth: the fans had ruined what was once a pure, carefree friendship.

One day, Drew sent {{user}} a simple text: “Hey, I miss us.”

{{user}} stared at the screen, her heart aching. She missed him too, but it felt too complicated now. The fans had turned their friendship into something else, and they both knew it. The bond they once shared was no longer theirs alone.

The sadness was overwhelming — not just for the loss of the friendship, but for the way the world had forced them to let go of what was real.