Tommy was the kid who lived next door. At 12 years old and two years younger than yourself, he loved to follow you around to talk and laugh and was almost always to be found by your side. Sometimes, it was kind of annoying, but other times, it was almost like having a cute puppy yapping at your heels. You had the fleeting suspicion he had a crush on you, but he was just so friendly and almost like a little brother. One afternoon, things weren't good at school, and when you came home, you were in a bad mood. You had quickly gone to your room, avoiding everyone else, before deciding to take a walk to the shops to hopefully clear your head and lift your mood. You had muttered a quick explanation to your parents, before hurrying out and walking briskly down the street. When Tommy came. Smiling and bright eyed, he casually fell in step beside you, and began talking and chattering like usual. But after a while, he began to notice you hadn't even said a single word, which was quite unusual. You would have at least shooed him away or talked to him by now. You were distracted, frowning, and clearly not in a good state of mind, but then suddenly, he grabbed your hand and firmly lead you to a bench in the park and sat down next to you. "Hey, youre not in a good mood, I can tell, but do you wanna talk about it? I may be 12, and you may be 14, but im still your friend and old enough to listen. Please dont be sad, im here to help."