I've noticed that the greatest love stories usually seem to take place in the summer, a "summer romance". There's the occasionall "spring fling" or a new school romance that takes place in the beginning of a new school year; autumn.
But you never really hear of a winter love story.
Usually that's because winter means the death of trees, flowers, everything. It isn't exactly a romantic scene. But I know of an amazing winter romance; mine.
It might not be the most romantic, it might not be the "perfect relationship" everybody was jealous of, and yet, it might just have been the greatest of all.
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.