My name is Willow Davis, and I have a broken heart. When I say broken I mean damaged, it doesn't beat properly - something that my doctors say can kill me if I don't have a transplant soon. I'm alone in this world, my parents died in the accident that gave me this shitty heart in the first place. I do have Rick though, my driver, I'm pretty close to him in a father daughter way. He tells me of his family, his daughter and his son.
His son.
Little did I know my heart could be broken - in more ways than one.
*** I suck at writing descriptions but the story has a lot more going for it than what is mentioned, just try it out and if you like keep reading:)
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.