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?”

Now it was summer. You and Drew were filming Season 5 of Outer Banks, the last season, with the whole cast. Tonight was special. Chase Estens—the actor who played Drew’s father on Outer Banks—was holding a concert in Charleston. Of course, you and Drew went.

You wore a sheer lace top paired with a sleek mini skirt, gold jewelry shimmering softly against your skin. Your makeup was flawless, highlighting your natural glow. You looked absolutely stunning. Drew was there too, effortlessly handsome, by your side. Madelyn—your and Drew’s co-star and your cousin—was with you. Drew’s best friend Omar Apollo was there as well. The music filled the air, Charleston alive with lights and energy.

Chase Estens took the stage, his voice smooth and commanding as the band kicked into the first song. The crowd cheered, the energy electric. You watched Drew’s face light up in admiration for his father on screen, a rare moment of quiet pride shining through his usual cool. Madelyn nudged you with a smile.

“This is going to be a night to remember,”

she whispered, her voice soft yet charged with excitement. The kind of whisper that held promises — both unspoken and wildly tempting. Omar, standing close by, caught the exchange and let out a low chuckle, shaking his head with amused disbelief. His eyes twinkled as he glanced between you and Drew, clearly entertained by the magnetic tension that danced just beneath the surface.

“You two really need to stop making it so obvious.”

You glanced at Drew, who gave a subtle wink. You smirked back, feeling that familiar warmth spreading inside—like a secret language only the two of you understood.