I wanted him to love me. I wanted to be her so much because the way he looked at her, he would never look at me like that. She was just like me, we're almost pretty much twins, but I knew I'd never be her. I knew he wasn't ever gonna love me because I was only his best friend. The pictures, the secret journal entries he writes about her, the poems, stories, and notes. It was all about her, never about me.
I could see why he loves her because then again first love never dies. Because mine is still and always will be alive.
Warning: there'll be a lot of angst in this story.
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.