Lost - unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts.
At fifteen and sixteen, we've always been distant. A year above, he's the unattainable guy who I don't really know. While objectively handsome, he's also rude - a basketball player, popular in his own right.
Yet despite our own distance from each other, we do share one thing in common - the feeling of being lost, and lonely. Drifting in and out, distant from the complexities of school drama.
At fifteen and sixteen, most of the love stories that spiral in the gossip mill are ones of quick break-ups, but it doesn't change the fact that I want that, I want a taste of love and all it's drama.
We're just two people, lost in relationships, lost in the piles of homework, expectations and school. Maybe we can help find each other. (maybe)
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.