Daddy issues and the self love//BWS

2. I don't cry over boys

"So, you turn him down, after he asked you if you wanna go back to his place?" Kirsten says in shock as me, Anastasia and her have our usual Sunday lunch.

"Yeah, he was too flirty and cocky, I didn't like it." I shrug as I eat my salad.

"Is just. You never turn down a guy before." Ana saids as she sip on her champagne.

"Well I like guys who are there yourself and you can tell Shawn wasn't." I say as I see James and Tristen walking behind, Kirsten and Anastasia telling me to be quiet.

"Boo!"-
"Boo." They both say as they touch their shoulders and kiss their cheek, and  the girls jump and Squeal and hug them.

"I thought, you guys were busy in the studio." Anastasia said as she hugs Tristen again.

"Well, we finished early so we thought we see you two girls." Tristen reply's.

"Aw." They both saids as I roll my eyes.

"Oh come Madison, even though you're single and we not, doesn't mean you have to be rude about it." James scoffs as I roll my eyes again.

"Well see I'm single, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want and I can go out and drink as i much I want without a guy watching me like a hawk." I state as I lean my chair back.

Me and James never got along, he Saids my lifestyle was too cheap and stupid, and since then we never got along.

"Well I least I have someone, who cares about me and loves me." James reply as I sip on my wine.

"Mhmm, what is it you have that I don't have." I say with a smirk.

"A family."

"James!" Kirsten shouts and hits his arm.

"Well, I don't have anyone to control my life, like your fucking family does." I say as I put a ten dollar on the table for my food, then grab my purse and left.

The girls shout my name, but that doesn't stop from walking away. I wipe tears as I never knew I cry every time someone mentions the family god gave me, I guess sometimes I wish I had a family.

Once I'm back at my apartment and Luna jumps on my lap, I sigh and think about everything. I hate the feelings of crying and specially when guys make me cry.

'I don't cry over boys'

They are stupid and only good when
you sleep with them, is that simple call me a slut but I like who I am.

I grab my guitar and strum it and play a familiar tune a song I write for the band hey violet.

I haven't seen my ex since we broke up
Probably 'cause he didn't wanna grow up
Now I'm out and wearing something low-cut
'Bout to get attention from a grownup

'Cause you hold me like a woman
In a way I've never felt before
And it makes me wanna hold on
And it makes me wanna be all yours

Guys my age don't know how to treat me
Don't know how to treat me, don't know how to treat me
Guys my age don't know how to touch me
Don't know how to love me good
Guys my age don't know how to keep me
Don't know how to keep me, don't know how to keep me
Guys my age don't know how to touch me
Don't know how to love me good

All he ever wanted was to go down
What we supposed to do with all his friends around? (yeah)
Smoking weed, he'd never wanna leave the house
Got an empty cushion on that sofa now

Told him, "good luck with the next one"
Maybe she'll be just as immature
Gotta thank him, he's the reason
That I'll find out what I'm looking for

Guys my age don't know how to treat me
Don't know how to treat me, don't know how to treat me
Guys my age don't know how to touch me
Don't know how to love me good
Guys my age don't know how to keep me
Don't know how to keep me, don't know how to keep me
Guys my age don't know how to touch me
Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back (never going back, never going back)
No, I'm never going back (never going back, never going back)

Guys my age don't know how to treat me
Don't know how to please me, don't know how to read me
Guys my age don't know how to touch me
Don't know how to love me good
Guys my age don't know how to tease me
Don't know how to leave me, don't know how to need me
Guys my age don't know how to touch me
Don't know how to love me good

So I'm never going back
Don't know, don't know, don't know (don't know, don't know)
No, I'm never going back
Don't know how to touch me, don't know how to love me good
So I'm never going back (never going back, never going back)
No, I'm never going back (never going back, never going back)

I write this song about me, how guys my age don't get me at all.

Then a knock comes to my door, I sigh and get up and open my door I meet by Alex my neighbor/fuckbuddy, only when we need it.

"You're in for some fun?" Alex asked leaning against the door frame.

"Sure why not." I shrug.

Sex without love or commitment is the best sex.
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Okay I love James mcvey so don't take this to heart I just wanted to be like.

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