I crossed my arms in annoyance, glaring at him. "Are you bloody serious, Sam? I. Don't. Want. To." Stupid dumb idiot. I often wondered how thick his skull was. "Awe, c'mon. It'll be fun, James. At least get you out of the house." Sam grinned with his puppy eyes. So. Annoying. He really had no right being that cute. And he knew, he KNEW know that I wouldn't be able to say no when he made that face. I sighed. "Fine. But only an hour. And I WON'T enjoy it." I scowled again. He looked so happy when I agreed. God, what am I gonna do about this? "Yay! Alright, let's go, let's go!" He grabbed my wrist, sending tingles up my arm, and pulled me to the door. ****** James has always been a rather depressed person. His outlook on life is dark and sad. Years of therapy, supportive mom, and even his closest friends haven't been able to help him out of it. Almost everyone has given up on him, leaving him alone and angry at everyone. Now he lives alone, trying his best not to interact with the world. Unfortunately, the stupid (and rather cute) guy next door won't let him. Sam moved to London only one year ago, and since then he's made it his personal mission to make James happy again. Yeah, sure, he's not technically a therapist, but most real therapists couldn't help James anyway. Mostly he's been unsuccessful, but every once in a while, he makes a bit of a breakthrough. Even if James acts like he hates Sam.