STERLING, jeff

[jeff sterling]

JEFFREY RYDER STERLING
SIXTEEN | JUNIOR | WARBLERS | RIKER LYNCH
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"father, father, tell me where have you been?"

FULL NAME: Jeffrey Ryder Sterling Jr.
NICKNAMES: Jeff, Jeffers, Jeffy, Jefferkins
AGE: Sixteen
MEMBER GROUP: Dalton Academy Warblers
CANON/ORIGINAL: Underappreciated Canon
PLAY-BY: The lovely Riker Lynch

THANKS, DUDE.
SO WHY DON'T YOU TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF?

" Greetings, Earthlings - my name would be Jeffrey Sterling, not the first, but you can just call me Jeff. I suppose you could call me Jeffrey if you wanted a detention...just kidding, I'll expel ya if you call me Jeffrey! Ten points to anyone who recognized that reference. Anyways, I'm sixteen, I've been voted 'Most School Spirit' in the yearbook every year since my freshman year, and my favorite color is pink. No lie. Real men wear pink. Oh, and I'm also as straight as a rainbow! Just kidding. Pft, I'm not straight...I'm bisexual, bitches! And Nicholas is mine, by the way. I'm watching you all.

NO. You can't tell him I said that. Because that would be a bad idea. Thank you.

Anyways, I like a lot of things - alien movies, for one. Especially the really gross ones where the aliens are, like, parasites and bust out of people's stomachs. Those are the best. I totally believe in the paranormal - my mom's addicted to the psychic network, so you could say that's just how I was raised. Whatever. I love the Warblers. They're my best friends and my brothers and I love each of them in their own special way...yes, even you, Sebastian. Sort of. Didn't really love Blaine Anderson, though; he got all the solos. Did you know I've sang twice since he transferred? Twice. That was more than I've sang in two years of being in this show choir with him. Halle-fuckin'-lujah!

I really love horses, too. Probably doesn't sound too cool coming out of a guy's mouth, but I was born and raised in the middle-of-nowhere in upstate New York, where basically all there is to do is feed the horses, muck the horses' stalls, feed the horses some more, ride the horses, clean up more horse shit, et cetera. I've been riding the same horse, Noodle, since I was ten years old and hit my growth spurt. I'm not going to get into all that lame 'He understands me,' BS, but he's my first best friend...sorry, Nick, but it's true. I had Noodle first.

Don't really like the Evil Stepdude...my mother's fiancee is a bit of a prick, to say the least. Not so hot on my real dad, either, though, seeing as he's rotting away in a jail cell...I've never met him. All I know is that I took his name, and my mom says I have his eyes. Other than that, I think I look a lot more like her than I do like him. I've seen probably one picture, and that was their senior prom picture. My mom was pregnant the next year and my dad got convicted the year after that, so I can't really tell you much about him. I just hate him for not being here, and for shooting that guy....and that's everything I know about him, so I don't really want to know anything else.

Like I said before, I never really liked Blaine Anderson...or rather, I never really liked the way we pranced around him worshiping the ground he warbled on while he sang all of our songs for us. Every time I said anything about it, though, Wes, his roommate - graduated now, thank God - would just be like, "Stop being a poor sport, Jeff. The Warblers are a team." Well, there's no 'Blaine' in team...but there is a 'me,' so shouldn't I get some kind of say in what happens? Nobody ever takes my ideas seriously, though. It's all about the Council and whatever they decide. I think another part of it is that I'm normally the one bouncing off the walls, so then when I settle down people don't seem to get that I've cooled off.

I also don't like coffee-free mornings. I'm not a morning person, but you can get me up with some Starbucks, easy. I hate the city, though. I'm not at all a city-boy. It's even weird being in Westerville, which is like as close to a city as it gets without really being a city...because I'm used to the whole country aspect of not having another person around for ten miles. Population density isn't something I do well with. Having a roommate is hard for me because I'm used to having my space. I mean, I have a little brother - he just turned fourteen and he's starting at Dalton this year - but we don't share a room. We hardly ever eat breakfast at the same table...I mean, I love him half to death and we're together whenever we can be, but no, I would not want to share a room with him. Or anybody. If it wasn't for the fact that my roommate is my best friend I think I would have had a mental breakdown by now. I need space.

Which, all of you who know me will probably think that's weird, because I'm so huggy, but hugs are different. It lasts about three seconds, then you pull away. You don't have to constantly be living thisclose to that person. It's temporary. Besides, hugs are just nice in general...room-sharing, not so much. "

AWESOME.
AND HOW DID YOU GET TO BE SO COOL?

" Well, since I hate sharing a room so much, you probably wonder why I'm at a boarding school, and I'll tell you: it's because of my soon-to-be stepdad. Not only does he make a shitload of money, he hates me. I think it's because he's one of those young tycoon-types...he came up to Farmersville - yes, that's the name of my town; get over it - and was like, "This is such a cute little town!" and now I think he's already planning how he's going to turn it into a tourist's paradise. I think he just sees me as an obstacle in his way of that, because he knows how much I love where I come from and all that....my mom, does not feel this love. At all. She fucking hates living in a small town, but she knows I would never agree to move. No way would I ever go somewhere where my horse is going to be boarding at a stable. No, Noodle stays in our backyard, in his stall, his pasture, right where he's always been.

Anyways, the stepdad wanted to get rid of me, so he paid for my boarding school tuition and that was the end of it. Tyler, the little brother, is starting at Dalton this year, too. Tyler and I grew up inseperable - two years couldn't keep us apart, except in sharing a room...Mom tried bunk-beds once on vacation and it did not fare so well. Let's just say that Ty shares my need for personal space and my feet kinda hung off the bed in his face a little bit. Not a fun vacation....ironically enough, it was the Evil Stepdude's idea so we could all 'bond.' I think he and Mom were the only ones who ended up 'bonding,' if ya catch my drift.

Tyler and I actually have different dads, which is pretty tough...we both look a lot like our mom, though, so we do look alike, but neither of our dads are around anymore so it's pretty hard for us sometimes with Mom getting remarried and all that. Mom never married my dad, but the year he went to jail she had a shotgun-wedding with Ty's dad...Ty was born a year later, his dad couldn't handle fatherhood, and BAM! He was out the door before Ty could even say 'dada.' That was actually his first word...near broke Mom's heart, I think, almost as much as when his dad walked out. She didn't get over him until ten years later, when Ty was eleven and I was thirteen. She finally learned her lesson, I guess, about falling too hard and too fast...I get that from her, she always tells me; that I'm too much of a romantic like she is. But it took her a really long time to recover, but one day, she just started being happy again and was like, "I met this guy and we're going out tonight...so, Jeff, take care of your brother for me, okay? Mac and cheese is in the fridge; warm it up in the microwave around six or seven. There should be enough for both of you. Make sure Ty washes up before he eats; he's out riding."

And just like that, she was gone. About a year later she finally brought him home...I hated him on sight. So did Ty. I think the feeling was pretty mutual. That was the night they told us they were getting married...and, a week later, sometime around my birthday in August, Mom was like, "Okay, Jeff; you're switching schools!" And just like that, I'd gotten kicked out of the house. I think Ty had a lot of trouble with it because he was just starting seventh grade and just getting into girls and stuff and his brother wasn't around to give him advice...he got picked on a lot, too, and I was always the guy who beat 'em up for him when it got bad. He's had to learn how to be more independent. I'm really proud of him, actually....but don't tell him that or he'll purposely try not to make me proud. Mom says he gets that from his dad - being stubborn like that.

I don't know what I get from my dad...sometimes Mom'll say, but I try not to let it sink in. I don't want anything between us other than a name....I guess I just have a grudge against him. You see, I tried writing to him in the eighth grade...scariest thing I ever did, probably. He wrote back and told me he wanted to see me. I got so excited; I had my Grandpa take me out to the prison, because I knew Gramps wouldn't care and Mom would. Sat there for about an hour waiting for him to come out of his cell. He never did. We waited there so long that eventually someone had to kick us out. Gramps tried to tell me how sorry he was, but I was just kind of...numb. Didn't want to listen to him, or anyone else. To make things worse, Mom was pissed when I got home because she didn't know where I'd been, so Gramps told him, and then she started feeling sorry for me....only Ty really got it. We'd both been rejected by then, so he knew how it felt to not want anybody's pity.

Nick kinda got it, too, but that's just 'cause he's a listener and he picks up on stuff like that...I'd actually known him before I came to Dalton; he lived in the town where I went to school and we were friends in the seventh grade. Then, one day, he moved away and I never saw him again. Someone said his dad got a job in New York City or something; some kind of tech job in a Broadway musical. Then freshman year, there I was, walking in and goofing off trying to make myself feel less awkward, and there's this fourteen-year-old version of Nicholas Duval a couple of groups over...but, of course I thought I was just imagining shit until BAM! Warblers auditions. Heard him sing and I totally knew it was the same guy.

I guess that's when I realized I loved him - when I saw him again and felt this weird little...thing. I guess I was only fourteen but...I don't know. I just...I feel like a total freak, admitting to someone I barely know that I'm in love with my male best friend, but really, who else am I supposed to talk to? "

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