UNWRITTEN DUET They light up the stage together... and burn it down offstage. Malachi Barton and Freya Skye are the internet's favorite on-screen couple - their chemistry in Zombies 4 and their unforgettable duet "Dream Come True" made the world fall in love with them. But behind the smiles and perfect harmonies lies a secret: they hate each other. Now, forced to share the spotlight on the global "Worlds Collide" Tour with friends MK, Kylie, Malia, Joshua, and Dara, they must sing, dance, and pretend to be in sync while barely speaking backstage. But the more they perform together, the harder it becomes to deny the spark that's always been there - the one neither of them planned for. Rivalry turns into tension. Tension turns into chemistry. And somewhere between the spotlight and the silence, Malachi and Freya might just write their most unforgettable song yet: love.

This is a Fralachi fan-fic, they are friends-with-benefits because what could possibly go wrong? She's the normal goody-two shoes, while he's the arrogant bad-boy. When their paths cross, sparks fly, both bad and good. There's some spice in here so BE WARNED!

❝ʷᵉ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ❞ ❀... in which... they're best friends but maybe something more ᵐᵃˡᵃᶜʰⁱ ᵇᵃʳᵗᵒⁿ ˣ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ! ᵒᶜ rankings: #2 zombies4 #4 Malachi Barton

Freya Skye and Malachi Barton take on Zombies 4 and maybe even more?..;)

18 year old Freya Skye had a simple London life with just her and her mom. What happens when her mom gets engaged? And her new stepdad has an incredibly attractive son? Will they be able to stay away from each other or will the tension be too strong? A Culpa Mia inspired Fralachi Story

"The way you got me all in my head Think I'd rather you in my bed" ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Malachi just wants some fun and Freya goes along. They have 4 rules, kiss whenever alone, no sleeping with anyone else, they can tell anyone, if feelings emerge you must tell the other. They are both 23 in this story. Spicy 🌶️

New country. New house. New Romances. Freya Skye thought her life was over after moving from England to Virginia. Until she meets the boy next door, Malachi Barton. He sweeps her off her feet, and where she expected to find friendship, she unexpectedly finds love.

Malachi had never believed in the idea of fate-not until the moment he first laid eyes on Freya. It wasn't anything dramatic. No slow-motion entrance. No perfectly timed background music. She was just there, quietly tucked into a corner of a bustling café, her attention fixed on a worn sketchbook and the lines she carefully traced across its pages. She didn't look around or try to be seen. She was completely content in her own little world-and that was exactly what made Malachi stop mid-step. There was something magnetic about her. The way she carried herself-calm, self-contained, almost unapproachable-wasn't from arrogance, but from an inner peace he couldn't quite understand. She wore headphones, one earbud in, the other draped over her shoulder like she couldn't decide if she wanted to be part of the world or escape from it entirely. To anyone else, she might have seemed like just another quiet girl minding her business. But to Malachi, she was an unanswered question he suddenly needed to solve. From that instant, it wasn't a matter of if he'd try to know her-it was how. Something in his gut told him this wasn't going to be easy. She didn't seem like the type to trust quickly. She had walls, and he could sense them. But something about her made him want to climb those walls, no matter how high they were. He hadn't even heard her voice yet. And still, Malachi knew: He needed to get close to her. He needed to know who she was. And he'd do whatever it took to make that happen.

✎ᝰ. 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 Freya Skye and Malachi Barton had everything money could buy-designer clothes, private drivers, and last names that carried weight in every social circle. But being born into wealthy families came with strings attached. When a business deal between their parents needed a little extra "convincing," the solution was simple: pretend their children were dating. Neither Freya nor Malachi asked for this arrangement. She thought he was arrogant, he thought she was impossible, and the last thing either of them wanted was to share the same spotlight. But with both of them attending the same prestigious school, the façade became their daily routine. Keeping up appearances was supposed to be easy. Yet between whispered rumors, staged hand-holding, and the pressure of living under constant watch, lines began to blur. And soon, Freya and Malachi would find out that faking something in public doesn't always mean it stays fake in private.