Song: Hide Away

Artiste: Daya

(A/N: most of this is gonna be in the girls head, so when she actually has a conversation, it's gonna be in italics, like this. You have been warned people, so please don't get confused)

I sat under the tree with my laptop on my thighs.

"Wish I had a boyfriend" I sighed to myself for the nth time.

I just didn't get it though. Where were all the boys?

Every girl has a type, well almost every girl. And boys have this weird mentality that girls like bad boys, and they all wanna become that 'bad boy'.

I mean what's hot when a boy wears leather jackets, and smokes in the summer? Like isn't that jacket causing you heat? And won't your lungs burn from smoking in the sun?

I don't get how girls find that hot.

To be a good boy doesn't necessarily mean you have to wear sweater vests on button up shirts and khaki pants and canoe shoes. (Not that there's anything wrong with that anyway)

Being a good boy simply means you have good manners, you clean up well, and you don't have nasty habits (eg. smoking and taking drugs)

And that's my type of boy. A boy who'll appreciate how much time and money it takes to look fly, and he won't mess my makeup up by making me cry my mascara away.

A boy who'll be there for me, when I need him, and he won't be away buying and selling drugs when I'm looking for a hug.

A boy who'll respect my wishes, and understand that I don't want sex until I'm married. Not the one who'll only want me because he wants me to get undressed before the second date.

A boy who's gonna work hard to make me fall for him, because he thinks I'm worth it, and he's down for the chase. He'll do all he can to make me laugh, because he knows I'm the kind that finds everything funny.

'That's impossible. You'll never find a boy like that'  Some might say, but I don't agree.

They're all out there, somewhere. But they're hiding away.

I hope the come out soon. Preferably tonight.

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Hey guys.

First of all, I wanna apologize if any of you are offended by this story.

Bad Boys are sexy and all that, but I felt like doing something different.

I'm sorry if you find it offensive tho.

Smoking is a nasty habit, but kids of these days seem to think it's cool.

But it totally isn't, I mean you're killing yourself. They say it calms them down.

Does it really?

Find something else then. I'm tense and moody almost all the time, so that means if I started smoking, I'd die in two weeks.

That's how bad mine is.

I'm pretty sure my authors note is longer than the actual story, but all I'm saying is that smoking isn't good for anyone.