Hannah rang Tyler's doorbell. He had invited her over because "he had something to show her". She couldn't wait to see. And, no surprise here, she was wearing her fishnets under her hopelessly destroyed jeans.

He came to the door and let her in. He looked mischievous. Hannah couldn't wait. She attempted to tackle him onto the couch, but he moved out of the way. She flung herself onto the couch.

"Just wait here," he said. He ran upstairs to his room. He was gone for about five minutes, and then loud music started pumping through a stereo.

Tyler was standing beside the stereo system in a slinky cocktail dress and impossibly high stiletto heels. He was even wearing makeup.

"Wha-?" Hannah was shocked. Tyler had never been the 'drag' type.

"I found it in my mom's closet. You like?" he started strutting around. He looked ridiculous, and somehow, irresistibly sexy.

"Yeaaaah," Hannah resisted the urge to pounce on him again. He wearing makeup was just a little too much.

The song playing was 'SexyBack' by Justin Timberlake. Tyler started dancing like an idiot and pulled Hannah up to dance with him.

I'm bringin sexy back. Tyler was singing the words extremely loud. At least his parents weren't home. They would have freaked.

"So, I'm the sound guy in the band," he said as the song stopped.

"You're gonna be the best sound guy ever," Hannah said reassuringly, just in case he was sad or mad about it.

"They said they might make me manager."

"You'd be an excellent manager too," Hannah said kind of impatiently. She didn't want to talk.

"Aw, shucks." Tyler looked really, really weird saying that in a dress and makeup.

"You know what?" Hannah said flirtatiously.

"What?" Tyler asked.

"I'd really, really like some ice cream right now. How about you get changed and drive us over to the Dairy Queen?"

"Sure, but I'm not changing," Tyler grabbed his keys and ran out the door. Hannah was sure to be mortified.

On the way to Dairy Queen, she hid her face and started making mental lists of where she could go if she had to leave town because her boyfriend is a drag queen.

"You know, I'm not a drag queen. I just want to see if people will judge me if I wear a dress." It was like he was reading her mind.

"WHAT? Of course you'll be judged. You're wearing a dress!" Hannah nearly yelled.

"So you're embarrassed by me, right?" he asked. He sounded hurt.

"Kind of." She was really annoyed.

"I just thought you were above that," Tyler said. He turned around in someone's driveway and started going back home.

"Tyler, it's not that. I just don't want to see you get hurt. Emotionally or physically," she said. She could name ten people that would force him into a dumpster if he wore a dress like that in public.

"I know. I was just testing you. You made a C."

"Geez, Tyler!"

"But the dress feels really, really good."

"Tyler!"

"Just kidding," Tyler said. He put a mix CD in the stereo and pulled into his driveway. They ended up making out, makeup and all.

Turns out, it wasn't his driveway. It was four houses down from his. And you guessed it, it was Hannah's house. And her parents were home.

Hannah's mom came out of the house, yelling things I'm not at liberty to repeat. Her dad was kind of nonchalant.

Tyler and Hannah stepped out of the car. Hannah's mom stopped yelling when she saw that it was, in fact, Tyler in a cocktail dress. She seemed kind of relieved, but still kind of…well, what's the word you use when you see your daughter in a car with a guy dressed as a girl?

No words were spoken. Hannah was escorted into her house by her parents and Tyler got back in his car and drove off. Yeah, he's bringing sexy back.

How'd ya like that piece of pie? Huh? Huh? Reviews. Please. Thanks.