Author's Note: Alright so I have decided that this is such a good idea for a story that throughout all these little short stories I will continue this one every now and then! =] It is really nice to be writing again and thank you guys for all the reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana or its characters.
Most people think I have a perfect life, and in lots of ways I do.
Great job that I love, gorgeous apartment, beautiful clothes, lots of friends, a wonderful family and a pretty good social life.
And my looks. People say that's not important, but it is. I mean who would rather be plain than pretty? I think I'm pretty, not beautiful or sexy…just pretty and maybe cute. That's what people say anyway.
And smart. Smart enough to get into a good college and graduate a year early. Smart enough to use what talents god gave me to be a success, a respected star in both America and Europe. Smart enough to not let the fame get to my head either. Not me. I'm not an idiot.
What I am is a masochist.
Lilly, my girlfriend, who I love more than life itself, says that I'm not, she says that I'm a romantic and that they're two completely different things.
I disagree.
Why?
Because Lilly is married and that person is not me. I'm in love with a married woman.
And I stopped wearing mascara a long time ago.