Note: I know neither name starts with an I. I had to get creative with some of these, so the letter might just come somewhere in the name.
Name: Jeremiah Brooke
Age: 19 years old
Description: Jeremiah is tall and strong, but lean. He has blond hair and brown eyes.
Short Bio: Jeremiah is the younger child of Zachary and Angela Brooke. He has one older sister, Kayla, born about ten years before him. Even with his father gone for about a total of half a week with twenty-four hour shifts at the fire department, their parents tried to make sure they had as normal a childhood as they could. Jeremiah’s uncle James helped with that, coming over on nights their father wasn’t able to be there.
When he was twelve, he met Silas Lunden when he joined the local baseball team. Silas was about a year older than Jeremiah, but they became fast friends. Even off the baseball field. Throughout that first summer, they were nearly inseparable and just at home at the other’s house than their own.
This friendship continued throughout high school. Silas telling him, at fifteen, that he was gay didn’t change any of that. Jeremiah wasn’t sure when his feelings toward Silas changed. But, by the time Silas graduated high school, they definitely had. They kissed that summer, which only further confused Jeremiah, because he was still attracted to girls.
It was Silas, though, who helped settle his mind about being bisexual. And that there was nothing wrong with that.
Jeremiah wanted to join the fire department as soon as he graduated high school, but as with his older sister, his father asked him to give college a try for two years. So, he did. And after living in a dorm for the first year, he was planning to move in to an apartment with Silas for the second one. But, first, they had to get through this summer.
Jeremiah laid back on his bed, resting his feet against the headboard. “Seriously, Silas, I…”
He stopped as his bedroom door swung open. “Hang on,” he murmured and set the phone down before sitting up again. His sister stepped into the room, a smirk on her face.
“Mom said you were up here talking to a girl. Who is it?”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not talking to a girl. Jeez, Kayla.”
“Really. Then why would she say that?”
“I don’t know,” he said, trying to keep his gaze from dropping to his phone. “Why don’t you go back down and ask her? And you know, leave me alone.”
Instead, she dropped down on the end of his bed, sending his phone bouncing. “Damn it,” he muttered, making a quick grab to keep it from hitting the floor.
Kayla was faster, though. Her hand closed around the phone before his could, and she glanced at the screen, grinning. “Hey, Silas. How are you doing?”
Even Jeremiah could hear his best friend’s laugh. “Give me my phone back,” he demanded.
Instead Kayla kept listening to whatever Silas was saying. Jeremiah’s stomach twisted up. Please, just let him get the phone before Silas let any of their conversation slip. His family had still accepted Silas after he came out as gay. Why would they look at him any differently? But, it still worried him.
He shoved Kayla’s shoulder, and she punched him lightly in the arm. “Hey, I’m talking to your boyfriend.” Jeremiah practically felt the blood drain out of his face. But, his sister kept laughing. She hadn’t meant it.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend to go torment?” he asked. “Go torture Adrian and let me get back to talking to my best friend.”
Kayla’s laughter fell away, and she frowned at him. Then, she simply shrugged. “I guess you can talk to the grump again, Silas. I’ve been ordered out.”
Jeremiah waited until Kayla left his bedroom and closed the door behind her before he brought the phone to his ear again. “Sorry about that,” he said.
“Don’t be. I like your sister. And you know she was only teasing, right? She doesn’t actually think–”
“I know,” Jeremiah said, blowing out a breath. “It’s fine.” But, he couldn’t stop staring at his door.