This isn't another typical story of your neighbour

3: Alice (I)

It was a beautiful day in the Californian city of Malibu, with such a beautiful dawn for a musical video, birds were singing softly, the sky had some white clouds passing by without a hurry.

We could see Helena sleeping placidly on her bed, dreaming in only-God-knows what, I can only say that between the stuff she was dreaming, the British blond was there with a sincere smile at every moment, and something that even caught her attention was that they ended up together for random things of the faith, then passed to something non-sensical...

Slowly opened her eyes, sat down straight and stretched her arms, not reminding for the moment the compromise of the day, rubbed her eyelids with her fingers to wake up better, then stood up and streched her whole body until a bone in her back popped... pleasant sound... she looked to the hour...

—9:40 AM...

Five seconds later her scared scream could've been heard from several blocks, as if her life depended of what will happen that day, she brushed her teeth as fast as she could, took a quick shower like the breakfast to stay at the living room waiting. Ten minutes later the door bell rang, when she opened she saw a man waiting at a side of a black Hammer, opened the door revealing the British blond looking at her with a warm smile, she approached, got into the vehicle, the man closed the door, got into the driver's seat and drove away.

—Hi —both greeted at the same time —How are you? I'm fine, you?

They laughed for the sudden syncrony between them, something really curious though...

—That was a bit weird —Chris said with a wide smile

—Weird, yet funny at the same time —Helena said

—I think so...

For a good while they looked at each other's eyes while they kept their distance, she looked directly to these pairs of blue eyes that seemed to invite her to sometjhing... again he saw something in his look, something so familiar but unknown at the same time... she had a tiny clue of what could it be, but at the same time she didn't believe it real... none of them realized that the driver accelerated to pass over a streep bump, the van gave such a jump at the point that it made them jump until they literally hit their heads against the roof, everybody could tell that it was on purpose...

—I'm sorry, I didn't see it. —he excused

—Don't worry, Rob... —Chris answered

Internally both got red as hell for the way in which they looked each other, an awkward silence stood there for around ten minutes, our British blond was thinking in certain things until he finally decided to break the ice making a question:

—Why don't you talk to me about your daughter, Helena?

The mentioned woman looked at him as she had good memories, to sketch a sad smile...

—She's special in more than one sense... —she said

I'm not crazy!! — That was my food you morron!! Nobody eats my food and lives to tell it!! — Sarcastic? Me? Nooooo! I'm not... —I. Am. Not. DRAMATIC!!! — I'm unbelievable yeah! I'm undefeatable, YEAH!! LET'S RUIN EVERYTHING AND THROW IT IN THE TRASH CAN!!!

That was all that came to the mind of the woman, something that made Chris laugh...

—Well, I think I never thought that the exageration, sarcasm, drama and everything else would be to live in one person in a stanle form.

—She can be also the complete opposite, able to be calm, humble, sincere... brave in every sense of the word at the point that she is even able of risk her life for saving me...