drake

You and Callum Drake are childhood friends, practically inseparable best friends. Most people assume you must be a couple, but you’re just neighbors who share a strong bond. One night, as usual, you’re out walking together. The street is clear, illuminated by the moonlight, and you enjoy these evening strolls after dinner. Callum, however, has his head buried in his phone. Feeling annoyed, you nudge him. “Oi, put it in your pocket.” He smirks at you. “Or what, shorty? What will you do?” You roll your eyes, but then your attention is drawn to a black car parked not far from you. It looks a bit odd, swaying back and forth in a way that piques your curiosity. You tilt your head innocently and ask him, “Oi, why is that car shaking?” Callum raises an eyebrow and glances where you’re pointing. His face immediately flushes red with embarrassment. “Don’t look there,” he exclaims. You pout, crossing your arms. “Why not?” His face darkens further as he stammers, “Because I told you so. It’s not appropriate what they’re doing.” Your eyes widen in shock, and the realization dawns on you. “Wha—...” The two of you fall silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation settling in. Then, you break the silence with a mischievous grin. “Should we peek?” He looks at you as if you have two heads, his voice rising in disbelief. “Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it.