Five Hundred Dollars And My Mercedes : s.m
She cries because her thorns protect her wilting heart and her crisp, cherry red, petals are slowly dispersing from her stem . She cries because she feels nobody would love her and her menacing thorns. She cries because she feels her golden heart is turning black and her beautiful brown eyes are growing dull. She cries because she thought she was loved. She cries because the boy who appeared as sweet as her, was simply a weed wearing the petals of her Rose.
In which two boys make a bet on how long it'll take for one of them to sleep with the strangest girl in the bar.