(Written By: @AllOfDaShips)

Jake Greenwood wouldn't say he's had a hard life. He really hadn't. He'd basically flown through life really, not taking risks, not needing to. His family wasn't ridiculously rich, but they were far from uncomfortable. His mother was a well known author who wrote about ridiculous romances and lusty lovers. She always loved the idea, the pure thought of a perfect lover. A tall man with a six-pack and an unbelievably stupid and feminine woman who was perfect in every way, shape and form and obsessed over her hair, clothes, shoes and makeup without bothering about anyone or anything else, besides her perfect boyfriend and perfect life. But Jake didn't like that.

He wanted someone who had flaws. Someone who didn't have the perfect body and wasn't constantly horny. Someone who was shy, or had some sort of ailment that made them different, unique, and/or special. A person who didn't have all the money in the world, and didn't try to make it look like they did. Someone who was, well, a normal, flawed human being. That was Jake's view of a perfect person, even if they weren't perfect by society's standards because fuck society's standards. And that person, if you were going to ask Jake,  should probably be male. 

Yeah, Jake's gay. Big surprise. If you were to meet him, the one word that would spin around your head would simply be 'gay'. From his appearance, to his facial features, to his personality. Obviously, he had been met with some backlash. Especially from 'friends'. You'd expect his family too, but his mother really didn't care enough about him to and he'd never known his father after he ran off with another lover. His mother never really got over it, undergoing so much plastic surgery she was nearly unrecognisable.

 But, despite this, he's happy and is going to a prestigious college in America. It hadn't been easy to get into and he had made plenty of sacrifices to get there and had lost many friends. He had fallen down the deep hole of depression many times as he sat in his room, wondering about what he'd do if he didn't pass the test. But he got in and was ecstatic; but he hadn't anyone to go with, or even keep in contact with that would actually write back. He really wanted someone, but they didn't exist. 

A string of failed relationships follow him, and a certain ex was burned into his memories in all the worse possible ways and his brother that he had only met weeks before the college results constantly scaring the shit out of him with his drug addictions had made him scared of getting attached to anyone. 

But, let's face it, he probably is.