BIO:
"dude, are you that chick from hanson?" lennon jacob cuccione grew up being playfully mocked and teased for his appearance and somewhat feminine nature. his signature long blonde hair and oversized glasses brought him plenty of ridicule from his childhood and well into his teens, but he never paid much mind. he was always the kid with a smile on his face, the little brother type for all his friends. sure, they were all around the same age as him, but his appearance and the youthful way that he acted made him seem somewhat childish in comparison. when they started driving and becoming interested in girls, he was still busy investing all his time in video games and his impressive collection of action figures. even though his friends gave him a hard time for it, they didn't really think any less of him. the fact that he had a good attitude and didn't give a shit what anyone thought about him somehow earned their respect. he couldn't keep track of how many times he'd heard how "chill" he was when sitting around shooting the shit with a group of people. actually, he could. 147. it also probably helped his reputation out monumentally that his older brother supplied weed to every pothead in school and at any given time there were at least five people lighting up in his basement.
not coming from the most financially set family in the world, lennon always had to use his imagination and creativity to keep himself fulfilled and entertained. his father bailed on the family about a year or so after lennon came screaming into the world and his single mother had had to work her ass off to support him and his brother. waitress jobs, cleaning services - anything to help keep them off the streets. that was the original reason his brother had started dealing. however, lennon's mom landed a much better job as a receptionist for a law firm when he was fifteen and suddenly they had more than enough to make end's meet yet josh kept up with it for the extra money and social aspects. lennon feels iffy about it, not wanting his brother to get into any trouble or for their mother to find out, but he doesn't pester him about it. he enjoys getting high just as much as the next, after-all. he once had a five hour long conversation about the brilliance of the ninja turtles while puffing away. that kind of genius just doesn't come naturally. one day he intends to write a book of all the amazing ideas he's come up with while high. this will put his plan of becoming a bajillionaire on the fast track to reality.
lennon's deepest, darkest secret is that he really, truly loves high-school. he's fully aware that it's his right of passage to hate everything that occurs behind those unforgiving doors, but he doesn't. he loves his teachers. he loves learning. he loves the people. yes, even the ones who tell him he looks like a girl. he gets them back by putting worms in their sandwiches. just kidding, he would never do that (to the worms, that is). his life feels like a never-ending loop of dazed and confused (without the paddles and ben affleck, thankfully) and he doesn't want to let go of how carefree and fun his life is. his mom desperately wants him to go to college considering he would be the first in his family. he's got the grades to get in, but he's not entirely sure what he wants for himself. writing fantastical stories is kind of his forte, but whether or not he has the patience and talent to be a legitimate writer is something that he questions. if he could live in some shitty apartment and write and draw comic books for the rest of his life, he'd be more than content. there's just that pesky voice in the back of his head telling him that that's not realistic and that he needs to have some sort of back-up plan. dreams don't have back-up plans, though, do they? you just have to go into them whole-heartedly.
lord knows, lennon can be fickle with his interests. at one point in time, he was convinced that he was destined to be a lion tamer... then it was a rapper... then an inventor... concert violinist... etc., etc., etc. it's just a part of his personality. he is random and ever-changing with far more eccentricities than the next. anyone who knows him knows that there is a whole lot to his personality - probably more than meets the eye even. one thing that always remains consistent is that he's about the sweetest, best hearted guy that anyone could ever meet. he's always fumbling and blushing and is extremely shy - especially around girls. completely to his knowledge, he is absolutely no good at them. he's never successfully talked to one that he was attracted to without making a total ass of himself. sweaty palms, constant tucking of his hair or pushing back his glasses - all nervous habits whenever he's in the presences of a girl that he fancies. unlike a lot of his friends, he's not down with the barbie types. in fact, he likes the exact opposite. more than anything, he'd love a girlfriend who was just as crazy and out there as he is. and if she looks like she's straight out of an anime, hey, that wouldn't hurt either.
though things are mostly pretty solid in his life, just as anyone else, he has his demons. because of the lack of his father in his life and having that masculine influence, he feels very bitter and detached toward older males. maybe it partially contributes to his effeminate nature, but he just feels uncomfortable and distrusting of other men. his brother is probably his best friend in the world, especially after everything that they've gone through together, but even still lennon has his issues with him. there is some backstory to it, as well, but it's something that he has pushed far, far out of his mind and has chosen not to confront. he's lead his life happily thus far and he doesn't want to complicate things more than they have to be. happiness is his number one priority - that of those around him, just as well as his own. it seems like it will be harder to maintain that as he is pushed kicking and screaming into adulthood, but he plans on doing his best to resist that change. he doesn't want to grow up, he's a toys r us kid! really, he even has the membership card to prove it.
FACTS:
was born on december 15, 1991 in new york city, new york. his parents had been visiting friends when his mother unexpectedly went into labor prematurely. because of being a premie, he had to spend the first month of his life in the hospital. the medical bills were outrageous and if it wasn't for his grandparent's paying them, his family probably would have been homeless from the get-go.
he can NEVER sit still. he's always doing something, even if it's just fiddling with a gameboy or tapping his foot. maybe it's undiagnosed a.d.d. or something, but his constant activity and fast metabolism keep him skinny as a rail. no matter how much he eats to try and bulk up, he's got the body of gumby. tall and skinny. chiseled biceps and pecs just aren't in his future.
he LOVES turtles. not only does he have a stuffed turtle named franklin who is his secret bff, he has two real ones named michelangelo and donatello. growing up, he had ninja turtle everything and he still has a soft spot for them. once he made his mom stop in the middle of the freeway so he could get out and rescue a turtle that was in the middle of the road.
anything involving aliens, ghosts, conspiracy theories, any of that - totally reels him in. he could sit around and watch specials on hauntings or ufo sightings for hours. one of the saddest points in his life was after watching a totally badass, gruesome alien autopsy only to find out afterward that it was a fake and the "scientists" shared a beer with the "alien" right after the camera turned off.
space fascinates and terrifies him at the same time. when he was a little boy, his brother used to scare him with stories about how asteroids were going to fall on the earth and crush everyone or the sun was going to explode and end the world. one year his mother got him a telescope for christmas and he stayed up all night watching the movement in the sky. didn't sleep for precisely 76.5 hours afterward.
though he is named after john lennon, he is not a huge beatles fan. sure, he likes some of there music and has respect for them and what they did for music in general, but truthfully, he thinks that they're a bit over-rated. the rolling stones are way cooler in his book. in fact, his life would be made if he ever got to meet mick jagger. as he never really gets out of his hometown, he feels this is unlikely. unless of course mick gets lost and they end up at the same gas station slurping down big gulps or something.
blames his oral fixation for the fact that he smokes like a fiend. when he's not hanging out in the basement with his brother and friends smoking a joint, he most likely has a cigarette in his mouth. it's a horrible habit and he knows shitty air fresheners only cover up the fact that he smells like a chimney so much, but he's hooked. the little girl who lives next door to him once brought him one of those "commit to quit" kits from school - he stores this in his memory bank as one of the lowest points in his life.
not a week passes where he isn't asked about his sexuality at least once. for awhile, it got so bad that he was to the point where he started questioning it himself. the idea of being with another guy doesn't bother him, but he's never officially been attracted to one. he loves girls far too much, even if they don't give him the time of day. he'd love to have a girlfriend who was into the same things as he was so he wouldn't feel like he had to impress her.
his taste in music is pretty awesome, if he doesn't say so himself (he does)! mixing classic rock and indie tunes, his collection is something that he takes pride in. his itunes is filled up with a ton of songs that keep him humming and dancing around his room while getting ready in the morning.
everything is not always as it seems and that is the case with him in more ways than one. it takes a lot to get to know him and to get close to him. though he's a really sweet, friendly guy, he's pretty reserved when it comes to letting anyone in on that more vulnerable side of him.
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