If there's one thing that's certain in Noah Quinn's life, it's that he absolutely hates Jace Jackson. Like, all consuming, burning, passionate hatred. While Noah and his best friend Lee are pretty much nobodies, Lee's bad boy older brother Jace is practically royalty. All cigarette smoke, hard edges, and angry brown eyes, the eldest Jackson brother was Noah's natural opposite. So much so, that he had made it his duty to ruin the younger boys life; until Noah becomes the thing that unravels his. After his family get into an accident, Noah has no choice but to move in with his best friend and the older brother that hates him more than anyone. But while he buries his trauma, Jace fights his demons alone. So after a few drunken mistakes, prank wars and shared bedsheets later, will the line between hate and love start to thin? Will the two stay enemies? Or will Noah be the one to break down the cold, hard walls, that Jace so desperately tries to keep up? (cover by @leolantsov disclaimers: bad language and sexual content dw if you don't like mature scenes, you can still read, there's a lot of fluff and cute romance (plus enemies to lovers angst) tw// family death, mentions of abuse- it's not graphic, but ill still include a tw at the beginning of certain chapters also plenty of taylor swift references and songs hehe )

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"