"Stop following me, James" Blake muttered without even bothering to look back. "You obviously can't take no for an answer, otherwise you'd have listened to what I told your earlier."

"You're right, I can't, and that's because I love you."

"For a man who has just ended a painful relationship, you fall in love pretty quickly!" Blake replied, while reaching for the door knob. "Anyway, I'm not going to repeat myself to you. If you don't stop tailing me, I'm going to call the cops."

"Listen... I'm sorry... I just..."

"Well, then, if you're truly sorry, then you'll stop acting like a stalker, and take some time to cool your heels, and reflect on your recent behavior." Blake suggested, while putting his shoes back on. He then turned around, hoping that James could read the disappointment and anger in his eyes.
"And to make things clear, I don't jump in bed with someone I've barely met, no matter how hot they may be, or how I'd feel about that. Also, there's nothing I hate more, than a person who is eager to get into someone else's pants. We're done talking, thank you for showing me out, and think about what I said." the man added, then left.

James groaned, and headed back inside.

Why did every cute guy end up being a total d!ck?

Blake slammed shut his apartment door, dropped his belongings on the floor, dragging his feet all the way to the sofa. He was so upset with James's immature behavior, he felt like never speaking to him again.
But James wasn't the only one to blame. He never should have let him into his life. He was merely a stranger, and he should have remained just that.
"I need some time to clear my head" he said to himself, rolling on the sofa, in search of a more comfortable position. "That's all I need. Some time alone to figure out what I want from my life..."

James lay on his back on his bed, and groaned.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" He said aloud.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" Blake asked himself the very same question. "I've become so irresponsible, careless, thoughtless! I just need to get away from him. I need a vacation..."
He suddenly jumped on his feet, and went to his room, taking out a suitcase from his dresser, and placing it on his bed.
"Here's another rash decision, but I'm hoping this one's gonna be a lot more inspired than the others."

The next day, James heard someone enter the small travel agent's where he worked.

"Good afternoon, and welcome to Sunset flights. My name is James, how may I be off assistance?" He said, without looking up.