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the ever-valiant buttmonkey of the universe. he's adorable. fun to tease. everyone knows it. deep down though, he's one of the few people you feel at ease with. a part of you wishes you could fall for him, really-- it's simply not to be. still, he's one of your close friends, and what he did for you those many years ago back when you were in that adoption center-- you'll never forget it.
he's a nuisance! not as bad as SOME people, but a nuisance nonetheless. him and his innuendos and flirting and shameless materialism— well. there's more than a bit of difference between your standards, but you know that, despite what he says, he's a good person— and wounded at the core.
you never pry, but you've seen his vulnerability before, in the form of a listless adolescent crouched in the corner of a room, looking not at people but through them. back then, you didn't know what to say, and admittedly you still don't. but you did what you could— asked him his name and offered a distraction.
it's been years since then and he's blossomed into... something. a flower, maybe? but even for all your differences, you cannot deny the biggest change of them all: he's smiling now.
that is all you could ever ask for.
your dead brother.
when he's laid to rest in the recesses of your childhood, you remember him fondly— with bittersweetness. but all other times, he's an alien to you.
sometimes even a monster.
the only person you trust to understand you. maybe that's wishful thinking.
you'd do anything for him.
he's sweet. hiding something, sure. but everyone's got their secrets. you don't want to pry, but something makes you feel like you are kindred spirits.
a part of you wishes to spill it all— have someone there to finally understand the impossible to explain. but he dodges your eyes, and you've never been one to be so nosy you'd force your way in.
but god, you want him to talk to you.
he's sweet. too sweet. too genuine. too inviting. too warm. too easy to trust, too easy to be around. all these things make you want to open up all your secrets and let the ugliness spill, but you can't— you refuse. opening up such a can of worms is a dangerous game to play, you know.
after all, someone like jonah could never accept you for what you really are— flawed, angry, violent, a monster. someone deserving of hatred.
at least, that's what you tell yourself.
oh, him? you've got wildly different interests, but you come together when it comes to teasing alex. you dare say you get along quite well!
but you have the upper hand here, because he IS a maechevsky boy after all, and maechevsky boys are ... adorable idiots. it's too easy to tease him about whatever puppy crushes he has. maybe when he grows a few inches, you could have him as your surrogate brother bear to compliment your feminine auntie vibes?
because, you know, he'll grow up to be a lumberjack. it's canon.
he's funny. alex gets all kinds of riled up when jonah teases him. in a way, he almost feels like family.
not that you really know much about him at all— jonah's always been pretty hush about his past and how exactly he's connected to alex.
upon that day you ask, you'll be greeted with a smile you haven't seen before from him— something a little shy, a little sad. as if he's recalling a past bittersweet with age. and then and only then will you understand the appreciation he has for your older cousin.
you wouldn't mind having him as real family.
for you both being relatively frisky as far as sexual activity, neither of you are eachother's type. but that doesn't mean you don't love hitting him up at the bar and listening to his dumb, adorable, passionate opinions on the state of the food industry.
ray doesn't see it, but you do. past all the confidence and headstrong determination is a boy desperately fighting for his existence every moment— and he doesn't even know how hard he's been trying all this time.
you do. and you wonder how long it'll be until it all finally comes crumbling down. all you can do is hope he has someone to catch him,
oh, he's just one of those boys you end up at bars with. you love his company. he's fun. pretty to look at, though not really your type.
you haven't thought a lot about him honestly.
you LOVE her! she's so much fun! hilarious when she's drunk, fashionable, gossip as hot as her pink lipstick. you have to admit though she's a little thickheaded at times, very stubborn— so sometimes you do end up ubering her home. such is the life of being a pink femme in los angeles.
oh, he's a riot! shopping buddy extraordinaire. jonah loves plenty of the same things you do. sometimes you'll even get into debates about media, sometimes food, what have you, but mostly you love trying on clothes with him. he's fun. maybe you'd consider him a friend if you were aware of how much he thinks of you, but alas.