I'm not the average kid. I mean, unless hearing music speak to you is average. I guess it is for some people are going to claim to hear music, that they feel it, but I feel special. Well, music isn't the only thing I hear. The only other thing stuck in my head is her. Oh gosh, I swear she is the most gorgeous- I'm going to stop myself there. Anyway, I only hear her or the music. There is no in between, and I guess that's bad for a 15 year old with his 'whole life ahead of him' as they say. But you know, I write what I hear. And I write sins, not tragedies.
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.