Everything's fleeting right? So why not get to the point? Why not take the leap of faith or risk it all? Why not live before the sparks disappear?
A story I wrote while I was high
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.