on the night of your seventeenth birthday, you will get a tattoo of the first words of your soulmate will say to you (not in writing, but actual speaking).
well what happens when a french boy who loves pastel colors, skirts, and short overalls has a hardcore asshole punk for a soulmate?
*this story contains swearing, anxiety attacks, anxiety ticks, violence, anger issues and mentions of food*
also this story might be a lil short, like probably 16-22 chapters if we're lucky.
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.