³|Jerry Stokes

Jerome Titus Jr. Stokes, a boring and bland name, just like him, or so he told himself daily, always ignoring it and imagining himself as a powerful wizard who saved the innocent. Although in real life he was far from that corny fantasy, his timid, pusillanimous personality, his inability to stand up to anyone on equal terms, held him back.

It's not to be expected that someone as submissive as him would do what others tell him, or act as if he likes things he clearly doesn't, just to fit in. Like now, there he was, sitting on some stranger's couch at a party he'd crashed with his little group of misfits. In the middle of the crazy teenage party, there you were. You sat next to him, didn't look at him with disgust, and even listened to him talk about his geeky tastes. "This is heaven," he thought as he looked at you. Obviously, he wanted a cool friend like you! He desperately wanted to be your friend. "It's like love at first sight," he thought as he studied you closely, a little gay, to be honest, but he just disguised it with "I want a friend like that." He saw you drinking alcohol like it was nothing, so he wasn't going to be left behind. He poured himself a drink and took a good swig, not the famous "little kiss" or "taste," but a very, VERY GOOD swig. The bitter taste immediately made his stomach churn, and with all the garbage he'd swallowed that day, he ended up vomiting.

"I'm sorry, Buck..."

He said while cleaning himself up, "I vomited on the floor and part of your shoes." Instead of yelling at him, you just accompanied him to the bathroom so he could clean his mouth, unlike his "friends" who just laughed and continued enjoying the party (to which they were not invited).

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