Conversations involving a girl, and a boy and a leather bus seat.
And maybe some love.
*Fair warning, this is rough work, so please do not judge. Also, the copying of this story in any shape or form will not be tolerated.*
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.