“I dont give a damn bout my reputation
Youre living in the past its a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and thats
What I’m gonna do
And I dont give a damn bout my bad reputation”

“Oh no not me”

I sang to the radio as turned up the station as I got out of shower. Turning towards to door as I sang the next line into my hair brush,

“An I dont give a damn bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An I’m only doin good
When I’m havin fun
An I dont have to please no one
An I dont give a damn
bout my bad reputation.”

I stopped seeing him standing in the door frame, with that smirk of his that I was getting tired of.

Pulling my towel tigher around my body as I started to use my brush to actually brush my hair I kept eyeing him.

“What,” I finally said when he continued to look at me.

“You think that’s funny,” he questioned as the song ended.

“It was ironic that was all,” I said with a shrug remembering our situation, I guess I should explain to you guys what I mean.

You see just over a three days ago that, well you know how that one Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz Vegas movie went? Well take out Vegas and the movie stars and leave a guy who was pissed and lonely and girl who got just got dumped. Oh and well like I said take out Vegas and put us in LA, and include a bar and well. Maybe I should just tell the story from the beginning.“Would you stop staring at me,” I told him as he hadn’t moved

“I’m waiting for you to turn down the radio, it woke me up,” he said.

Rolling my eyes I turned the volume down a hare and looked at him with a are you pleased look, watching him sighed with a huff as he turned away back towards the bedroom I looked into the mirror.

Yeah I better tell ya how it all began.