disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from this story that were featured in the drake&josh TV series.
opening words.
Just so everyone knows,I'm not that type of girl. You know what type of girl I'm talking about. The girl that wears revealing clothes in order to get attention from the boys,the girl that dances like a complete slut to get all the guys to stare at her. Or,most recently- the girl that has sex with a perfect stranger.
Well, perfect stranger isn't exactly an honest description of him. I work with him,I'm his make-up artist on tour. I'm the only one that his manager trusts enough to make sure that he looks boyishly sweet,yet convincingly sexy. As if he needs make-up for that..
I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't fantasized about him, I mean-wouldn't you? Oh boy,you probably already have.
But I digress. The point of this whole thing is just to tell my side of the story. A lot of people think I'm a tramp,and I can tell you right now-it's complete and utter bullshit. Having sex with him was the first time I'd had sex since I was sixteen. But why they call me a tramp? Well,it's not my fault- I didn't know he was engaged..
