**This is a story I've had in my mind for a long time, but I've never really put it together :)
I might end up changing around some scenes because I only have certain scenes right now, but I need to put "words on paper" ya know?**
It was the end of what had been dubbed "the most violent year" in New York City, with more robberies than in any year of its history and just over 2,100 murders and counting. The streets ran rampant with gangs, mobs, and small time thieves, all vying for the same wretched place. Graffiti replaced whitewash and blood replaced money, and how they got the money for all those spray cans, no one knew. All anyone knew what that it was dangerous to walk, dangerous to drive, and dangerous to talk; in short, it was scarcely safe to breathe.
**enjoy:))**
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.