Drew Starkey Imagines

Say My Name

The energy in the interview room was buzzing, the cast of Outer Banks feeding off each other's playful energy. You sat comfortably between Drew and Rudy, enjoying the casual banter as the interviewer fired off another round of questions.

Then came the one that changed the entire vibe.

"Alright, this one's for Y/N," the interviewer said, grinning as she glanced at her cue card. "Who would you say is the hottest guy on the show?"

Your stomach flipped. Of course, she asked that.

Immediately, Drew and Rudy turned to you in unison, both of them staring expectantly, waiting for your answer.

You glanced at Drew first. He arched an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk, eyes locked onto yours like he already knew what you should say. Say my name.

Then, you looked at Rudy. His expression was different—almost hopeful, but with that same competitive edge. Say my name.

A rush of heat spread across your face. You had to choose one, and there was no getting out of it.

You sighed dramatically, dragging it out. "Wow, that's a tough one..."

The interviewer chuckled. "No backing out now!"

You turned to Drew, then to Rudy, then straight into the camera and said, "I'd have to go with... Drew."

The reaction was immediate.

Drew's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, and he leaned back, looking into the camera with an almost smug satisfaction. His dimples deepened, and he ran a hand through his hair, like this was exactly what he expected to happen.

Rudy, on the other hand, let out an exaggerated gasp, throwing his hands in the air. "Wow. Okay. Betrayal."

You burst out laughing, nudging his arm. "Rudy, come on! You're still extremely attractive."

"But not the hottest, apparently," he huffed, shaking his head dramatically.

Drew turned to him with a shrug. "Can't argue with the truth, man."

Rudy groaned, looking straight into the camera like he was on The Office. "Unbelievable."

The interview carried on, but you couldn't help noticing the way Drew would glance at you from time to time, his smile lingering just a second too long.

You had a feeling this wasn't over.

—

The press event had finally wrapped up, and everyone had begun to scatter—some heading for snacks, others checking their phones. You had just grabbed a bottle of water when you felt a presence beside you.

"You really know how to make a guy's day," Drew's voice came from next to you, teasing and smooth.

You turned to him, arching an eyebrow. "Oh? You mean picking you as the hottest guy?"

He smirked. "Obviously."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help the grin forming on your lips. "Well, I could have said Rudy..."

Drew scoffed. "Please. You made the right call."

You took a sip of water, eyeing him. "And what do I get for making the 'right call'?"

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering his options. Then, he leaned in just a fraction, voice lower now. "How about dinner?"

You blinked up at him, heartbeat picking up.

"We're literally friends, Drew," you reminded him. "We've had dinner a million times."

He smirked. "Yeah, but not like this."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly makes this different?"

He shrugged, playful but deliberate. "You tell me. You're the one who publicly declared me the hottest guy in the cast. Feels like you owe me at least one dinner to make it official."

You scoffed. "That logic makes zero sense."

"Doesn't have to." He shot you a knowing look. "You in or what?"

You hesitated for all of two seconds before sighing, feigning reluctance. "Fine. One dinner."

Drew grinned like he had just won something. "Good choice. But I am going to make you admit I'm the hottest guy you've ever met by the end of it."

You laughed, shaking your head. "You wish."

He leaned in slightly, voice smooth. "We'll see."

As he walked away, you watched him go, knowing full well that dinner with Drew Starkey was about to be a very interesting experience.