Kylie Cantrall has always been the constant in Malia Baker's life. They've been best friends since Second grade, inseparable, intuitive, and maybe, just maybe, something more. But Malia has a rare degenerative memory condition. One that steals her memories, slowly but surely. First, short-term gaps. Then long-term erosion. There's no cure, only coping mechanisms. And as the disease worsens, Malia begins to forget the names of classmates, the lyrics of her favourite songs, then the birthdays of the people she loves most, the shared jokes, the little things.

Five years after vanishing from her old life, Kylie lives in quiet luxury in Venezuela - in the mansion her grandmother left her, surrounded by Ruby, Xo, and a whirlwind of beach parties, flirtation, and freedom. On the surface, she's thriving: confident, untouchable, and finally at peace after years of therapy, medication, and unspoken guilt. She jokes. She flirts. She hoards secrets like currency. But she hasn't stopped looking over her shoulder. And she hasn't stopped thinking about Malia. While Ruby finds steady love in Morgan, and Xo juggles girls with chaotic charm, Kylie drifts between casual flings - including Kiara and Alexandro, who seem locked in a quiet war for her attention. But her heart, guarded as ever, still belongs to the one girl she walked away from to keep her safe. It happens on a humid afternoon in a crowded Caracas street market - loud with music, thick with spice, heat, and color. Kylie isn't looking for anything. She's just wandering, sunglasses on, head in the clouds, Kiara a few steps behind, half-listening to a vendor shouting about mangoes. Then, through the blur of people - she sees her. Malia. Hair longer, posture looser, tan from travel. Dressed like someone who belongs to the world now, not just one place. She's smiling at something a local artist is saying, unaware of the storm she's just walked into. Kylie freezes. The world doesn't slow down - it keeps moving, loud and busy - but she can't hear a single thing. Her heart is somewhere in her throat, somewhere in the past. She feels it all at once: the guilt, the love, the ache she never really let go of. Kiara's voice fades behind her. The present blurs. And then - Malia turns. Their eyes meet. Five years collapse in an instant. Neither of them moves. Neither of them smiles. But everything between them... ignites again. If love is still there... is it ever really too late?

What happens when the line between friendship and something more blurs under the stage lights? Kylie and Malia have been best friends for years-inseparable, unstoppable, always laughing louder when they're together. But now, on the World Collide Tour, nothing feels the same. The arenas are massive, the schedules exhausting, and the spotlight brighter than ever. On stage, they're flawless: singing duets that make the crowd scream, dancing like they were born in sync. But offstage... every smile lingers too long, every touch feels charged, and every late-night moment brings them closer to a truth neither of them dares to say out loud. Everyone around them can see it. The tension. The spark. The way friendship is turning into something that could change everything. It's a story of stage lights and hotel rooms, jealousy and stolen glances, laughter that hides fear, and a slow burn that refuses to fade. 🌙 Best friends. Almost lovers. A tour that will test every boundary. Because sometimes, the most dangerous chemistry is the one that feels inevitable.

Kylie and Malia have been inseparable best friends and unofficial fan favorites for months, their onstage chemistry sparking endless shipping debates online. But while the fans obsess over every touch and pose, Kylie is silently falling for Malia, caught between the comfort of their friendship and the thrill of something more