Edri Ekmekçiu

Some hearts never stop singing the same song.
Audrey doesn’t believe in fairytales—especially not the kind where a long-lost pen pal grows up to become a rockstar... and forgets her.

Years later, she’s grounded, thriving in a promising career, and guarding a heart that’s learned not to hope. But when fate throws Drew—now a global sensation and the ghost of her teenage years—back into her life as her new neighbor, everything she thought she'd buried begins to rise.

He’s still magnetic. Still infuriating.
Still the boy who used to call her after every show.

And he remembers everything.

What begins as a cautious reconnection spirals into a slow-burning storm of music, memories, and feelings they never quite had the courage to explore. But Drew’s past is darker than she imagined, and Audrey’s walls are higher than ever.

Can a rockstar with a broken rhythm and a girl who learned to dance alone find harmony again?

Or is it all just… make believe?

Warnings
-The story has mature contents, language, addiction.

Make-believe with my Rockstar

The smell is what wakes me first. Not a good smell. Not coffee or pancakes or even burnt toast. No — it’s the distinct, worrying scent of scorched plastic and something definitely not edible. 


I bolt upright in bed, blinking away sleep, and find Mom already halfway to the door, tying her robe. 


“That’s either the smell of death,” she mutters, “or your boyfriend attempting breakfast.” 


"Or your husband." I follow her into the hall, rubbing my eyes. 


And then we hear it: pots clanging, a suspicious hiss of oil meeting water, and the high-pitched giggles of my son. Then Drew, cursing under his breath with the rhythm of a man who thought he could do it all... and is now realizing that scrambled eggs aren’t, in fact, that easy. 


“Ian, no, that’s cinnamon, not paprika—wait, shit! Don’t touch the—oh hell—Mr. T, the spatula’s melting—!” 


Chapter 29