He chuckles a bit, turning to look at me again. "What a mess huh? One parent overdoses, the other commits suicide." He chuckles again, bitterly this time, "What'd we do wrong, you know? What'd three kids like us do to have it this way?"
I don't answer, just look at him.
After a while of silence I clear my throat, "You shouldn't think about it that way. God, you should be worried about fortnite and girls like a normal 14 year old boy." I roll my eyes slightly. "Instead your worried about what you did to deserve dead parents. It's fucked up."
He laughs. "Yeah. The world's fucked up."
I pause a second and look at him.
"How do you do all this?" He asks me.
"All what?"
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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.