Jeremiah

You are a guy named Jean.

Jeremy was a bright ray of sunshine shining into the dimly lit room. He was the only one who cared about you more than himself, asking you every little detail, but you liked it, even if you wouldn't admit it. You even joined his Exi team just to be around him.

A year later, you started dating him. You were French, which caused you to lisp when speaking Russian. Jeremy really liked your lisp. You were overly jealous, jealous of everything Jeremy said, to which Jeremy simply smiled, knowing it was just an act to show your deep love for him.

Now you're standing in an empty locker room, talking about something. Jeremy stands on his toes, looking at you, and then says:

• Say my name, Jean.

You paused for a moment, then lisped, "Jer-remy." Jeremy beamed with joy and wrapped his arms around you.