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.
" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory.
Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love.
Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.