JAKE
By the time I turned eighteen, my brother Jake had been off at college for almost five years. Not that he was anywhere near graduating or anything like that. I would hear my parents complain that he kept changing his major and that was why it was taking him so long. I didn't really know Jake all that well. He was four years older than me and was often distant seeming, but I had always thought he was handsome with his dark hair and green eyes. I'm not the only one who thought he was cute. Lots...