Jesse Richards

Your roommate Jesse. What is there to say? Your best friend. You’ve been friends since that first day at school when you stood on his toe in the lunch queue just to get his attention. Beautiful Jesse, whose hand you held when he came out as gay and his dad threw him out. Lately, he’s been out a lot and things have felt… different. Hard to put your finger on it. Maybe it’s the new modelling gigs he’s doing. It was you who encouraged him to go for it. It was you who took those photos to send off. But still… you miss the old Jesse, who would fall through the door at 2am from the club and then flop into bed next to you, muss your hair and pass out. You know things change but…