let's say every girl has a flower and every petal's made for plucking.
pluck, he loves you. pluck, he loves you not. pluck, he loves you. pluck, he loves you not.
it's a cycle that ends when the petals are no more.
but i was blessed with a more...unique flower, a flower with no particular order of petals but it was a never ending cycle.
mine went a little like this: pluck, he's taken. pluck, he'd prefer your thirteen-year-old brother. pluck, that one has a psycho ex. pluck, he's just not that into you. pluck, a jock, probably has a harem stashed at the side. and blah blah blah blah blah.
i don't know if my flower got mixed up at the florists therefor giving me an oh-so-stellar love life or if it's just me bu-
i can't even.
i mean, boys.
...
ugh, boys.
YOU ARE READING
mistakes boys make - teenage dirtbag one
Humorboys suck-but i still want one teenage dirtbag trilogy collab with @abvgail and @_Hecate, feel free to go to their profiles and read them in any order
