I laugh at the memory now. All of us sitting on shawns car at 6 in the morning. We were all different in our own way but for some reason we all fit together like a puzzle pieces. We love each other. We were family, all had our own problems and battles. We did a lot of dumb shit that summer. And now here we are, in late August waiting for the sun to come up in the middle of no where. When I look back, it all comes in flashes, what we did. The wreck, sneaking out, trouble, fights, and love. I don't know if I'll ever feel like this again, so alive and free, but trust me, I'll remember the feeling.
It's funny. We said we never would do something like this, we said we would never tell the stories, but here I am telling what happened that summer. The summer I was alive.
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.