Hi my name is Cooper Cartwright and I am a PI. And this is my story. You hear and read about the grand love. I mean c'mon admit it. I might loose my man card for saying this but I'm saving myself (for my one true love not my virginity obviously)
My job sounds really boring but it most certainly is not. It's actually really interesting and I truly love my job (not the part where husbands cheat on their wives). Especially the fun of night stakeouts. I just love helping people fix problems in their life.
A quick glance at my life would make you judge me as one with a trust fund baby. My school life wasn't really be called great, as I was thrown out of multiple high schools. And yes i sound like a total douche on paper but I promise you I'm not. Well at least I completed my education unlike my family who are all slacking off on my gramps money (who turned out to be gay. See not the only black sheep of the family).
The surname would be familiar to you, as it would to the rest of the world, and why not? It's associated with one of America's most popular singers (and jerks). Really, who goes around cheating on their innocent long term girlfriends just because there was a new "item" on the block? And I do mean innocent and beautiful (Okay, I can't believe I just wrote that).
So I invited her-my brothers ex, that is- to live with me (on the top floor of my apartment, anyway) since I think Jordan's a jerk (Wait, did I mention that already?)
So Heather (Remember Sugar Rush? That's right; I'm talking about the Heather Wells! And if you dont then the rock you were hiding under is missing you) is actually a nice roommate. She's not nosy and is extremely untroublesome (well, except for the tendency of putting herself in harm's way every few days). She asked me out once, but I, being the moron that I am, said no.
Although to be honest I more than like her. Maybe even love her.And now that I've finally admitting it to myself, she's dating someone else. Seriously, the irony just kills you after you stop laughing.