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If you’re starting from the beginning, the absolute very beginning, you’d have to go back to when Jesse and John met: nine-years-old, fourth grade. Ms. Hendrickson’s class. They sat next to each other because of their last names: Jesse’s started with an “L” and John’s with an “N”. No one in the class had a last name that started with an “M”, and for that Jesse would always be glad, no matter what happened and what changed and how he felt about John. Within a week they were best friends.
Jesse remembered deciding John was the cutest boy in class, and that this was a good thing: an asset that made John a more valuable friend. The logic behind this decision was vague as only a child’s reasoning could be; but, after all, everyone likes cute people and if you’re friends with someone cute they like you too. So it made sense, pretty much.