Fingers brush and moments pass,
Creases of skin linger and have engraved themselves
The feeling of you is tattooed.
And when I get a glimpse
Of people holding hands,
All I think of is you.
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.