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.
"Levon." Todd answered, voice hard.
"Todd." Levon responded just as coolly. There was a pause. "Are you busy?"
"I just got back from class," Todd said. "Waiting for Betto to get out of his lab so we can go for supper."
"Nice." Levon wanted to punch himself. Todd just hummed in affirmation. Another pause as Levon tried to find a way to dispel the tension in the call.
"Are you good?" Todd asked when Levon failed to form a sentence, and Levon realized how out of character it was for him to call Todd. There a was a layer of concern just under Todd's indifferent tone, and the protectiveness that seemed ever present in Todd when they were younger and Todd was always saving Levon from his problems. Levon's anger seemed to melt away at that familiar sense of security.
"I'm good," Levon spoke finally and a soft smile spread over his lips. "Are you good?"
"I'm good," Todd said gruffly.
"Are we good?" Levon asked and Todd scoffed.
"What we. There is no we. We're not friends."
"Wouldn't want you as a friend anyway," Levon snickered. "You're kind of an asshole."
Or
Todd and Levon, and their acceptance that they were never meant to be friends.
(Disclaimer: there will be foul language, more fluff than plot, and BoyxBoy romance. Read at your own risk!)