"Hope is the thing with
feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and
never stops at all."
-Emily Dickinson
This story is on hold until I finish editing, because it is utter crap.
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.