My Best Friend, Jack

He was a quiet kid, first few, or five times I met him. June would always go to his seat on the bus. So I would talk to June on the way home pretty often. I knew to sit near Jack so I could talk to the two of them. Jack barely said a word.
He said more as we got to know each other better. We hung out in a group at lunch, even though the guys sat at a different table. Eventually, Diana and I joined them. Yeah Jack, you were a pretty quiet kid.
So months went by, and we hung out with our friends, the nerdiest of the grade. A few MAO competitions later, and you were definitely one of my smartest and closest friends.
And then, my mother walked into my room and asked me what I was doing.
My mother: What are you doing?
Me: I'm writing about Jack.
My mother: For whom?
Me: Jack.
My mother: -leans forward- ...
So anyway.
We got to know each other pretty well, I mean, if I knew his home phone number and address before I could possibly have gotten them, well, I knew him better than he did after a few months.
He's my best friend.
If you meet him, your first impression is probably, well, there's that tall skinny white kid who I never notice in my hardest classes. He doesn't say a thing, and he doesn't sound very intelligent.
Dude, he's way more intelligent that you could imagine. And I'm reminded by that any time we discuss such "intelligent" things as math or other nerdy things.
And when I'm down, if he doesn't have to leave for tennis, no matter where we are, he sits there and keeps talking, throwing everything at me to make me feel better.
We both dream about going to Pasadena and attending Caltech. Okay true, it probably won't happen, but who else in the world shares this crazy goal that probably won't be obtained?
He's also my brother.
Yeah, we don't look very similar. But he's a better brother than I could imagine, no matter how many twss jokes he makes.
Thank you, little brother.