"Hey, grandma," I called.
"Yes, dear?" she replied.
"What's this?" I asked, still staring at the notebook in my hands. I heard my grandmother approach me before taking it from me. I watched as she stared at the notebook and smiled.
"It's a diary, Steph." she said, using the my nickname. Her eyes danced with delight once she saw my confused expression.
"A diary? Of whom?" I asked. She smiled yet again before handing the diary back to me and ruffling my hair.
"Why don't you read it to find out..."
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.