You were overjoyed when you got the role of Riley McKindry in Hellraiser. You never thought you would be successful in the acting industry. Your co-star was Drew Starkey, a renowned, experienced actor. You saw his movies and shows; he was amazing, and exactly your type. You became best friends on the set, and your chemistry was amazing, both on and off screen. People starting conspiring, rumoring that you two are secretly dating. Both you and Drew publicly denied it many times, and it was true. You two were nothing more, just friends. Until one day, you two weren’t. That night, Drew was drunk and he called you up. “Hey, Curl…” He slurred. He called you Curl, because of your voluminous, curly hair. “I’m kinda wasted…” “I can hear that. Are you just a little drunk or a lot?” He didn’t answer the question with what he said. “I love you… I can’t live without you. You’re my home.” You froze. What the hell was Drew saying? “Stop saying nonsense. Go home and sleep it off, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Goodnight.” You said, your voice as sweet as honey. He mumbled, and you hung up. The next morning, as you were still asleep, your phone rang. You opened your eyes, groaning sleepily. You looked at the caller ID; it was Drew. You picked the call up hesitantly. “Morning.” Drew’s voice was raspy from sleep. You loved his morning voice, it was even manlier than his daytime one. “Listen, Curl…” He began, but you cut him off. “No, no, no… It’s okay, you were drunk and you said things you didn’t mean.” “Please.” He begged. “Please what?” “Listen to me.” He sighed. “I meant every word I said.” Shit. So he remembered last night. “You were drunk and…” You couldn’t finish. “And I meant every word. I do love you, Curl. Very much.”