16... 17... 18... Pacing back and forth I placed the metal tin, in the gravel, at the crossroad. Waiting. Waiting. Does this work or am I wasting a Sunday night? Turning around, getting ready to leave, there he was, Lucifer.
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.