This isn't another typical story of your neighbour

5: Alice (II)

Third day. 11:00 AM. Helena was fast asleep, she first dreamed in weird stuff and for some particular reason also with Phil's pineapple using a war tank and shooting at the guys, after a huge explosion in a so incongruent city as its folkers her mind went black... suddenly the image of the blond man sitting came up to her mind, when he turned around, slowly to look at her...

Ding, dong!

The doorbell took her out of the dreamland, heavily she had to stand up, stretched his limbs and went to the door still half-asleep to see who was coming, when she opened, she saw Chris stading there with a smile of a toddler, that made her do the same...

—Hello Chris... —she said with a wide smile

—Hello Helena, did I wake you up? —he asked

—No, why?

—It's eleven o'clock and you seem like you just woke up.

She got a bit red with the said, clearing her throat a bit and allowed him to get in; he still had that smile of a little child upon his face. She quickly ran upstairs to wash her face, brush her teeth and hair, change her clothes and make her bed, returning more presentable. She reached the livinf room and sat on the sofa next to him.

—Alright... this is better, and how are you? —she asked

—Fine, I have the day free; you know the reason, wanting to have a nice chat for a while.

A smile was enough to afirm that she wanted the same, for a while they were talking about life stuff, ending up again talking about themselves and food. At some point the blond man throws a pillow to her face, she does the same, ending in a pilow fight until she ended upon him, tired; her belly upon him as her head rested upin his chest, both of them giggling slightly looking to each other, his eyes seemed to glint with happiness...

Ding, dong!

—Mom! I'm Alice! I'm here!

White, more white than paper itself was how her brunette skin turned, she completely forgot that her daughter, the most dedicated het crazy fan of the band was visiting her that day... and in that exact moment Christopher A.J. Martin was there in her house... and to top it: he was upon him.

—Give me a moment Al! I'm just a bit bussy with some things!

She quickly stood up, Chris did the same looking to the door, to the other moment before he could say anything, the red-haired woman couldn't do anything else but cover his mouth and take him upstairs to her room while closed the door, there she released him.

—Why did you do that? —he asked caressing his face

—Don't speak so loud! —she exclaimed —Jesus... believe me, her audition is ridiculously sensible in random moments... —she sighs —Listen, if she sees you here she'll stalk us for the rest of our lives, her father that still feels something for me but I don't will come behaving like my father, and besides, if she screams you're gonna end deaf and it's worse in your case because of your tinnitus... I'm just trying to save your arse... —she smiled a bit —in return of the favor you've done to me last night...

He looked at her for several seconds directly to her eyes, then he nods; she asked him to not make loud noises or something similar as Alicia would believe that he was an intruder or something similar. She got out of there and went to the front door, opening it she saw a tall young woman of 19 years, around Chris' height but a bit shorter, around Will's height; black long straight hair, slim, apparent perfect physical state, white skin like snow af she never gets out of her room, brown eyes, black t-shirt with a white "V" painted on the right side, black leather vest, short blue jeans with a beige beacon behind her back and a pair boot-like sandals; at the left side behind her neck on her shoulder could be seen a black coma-like tatoo; a pair of necklaces, one had the "A" letter, and the other wasna guitar that had upon the size of the box a snowflake and the handle of the strings a play sign... did I mention a curious brown monkey tail hanging from the base of her back?