My Next Door Neighbour Hisses

Chapter 2

Hey guys, sorry for the delay but here's a long chapter to make up for it. Enjoy!
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The next day, the house continues to be as silent as it was before. I'm planning to see if I could catch him when he is outside. It's always seems to be hard to walk up and knock on the door and introduce yourself that way. Besides, you don't know if they are busy or not. So, it's best to wait until they are out. Anyway, I've planned myself to work on one of my client's design this morning, so I could get it out of the way or end up with a big workload and a heavy deadline. Ugh, I need a cup of tea.

Walking down to the kitchen, getting out my favourite green tea bag, mug and boiling water, I was ready to make when my sense reaction to loud crashes. What was that? I suddenly hear a loud male voice. That's coming from next door. My instinct to help, I rush out the door and headed over. I rang the doorbell after walking up to the white door with the number 435. The door opens the young man. I was caught off guard by his appearance of short black hair with brown eyes that tint of a golden colour. He was muscular but lean at the same time and looks to be around my age. In other words: he was handsome.

"Yes?" Holy crap, even his voice sounds so smooth. Is he really going to be my new neighbour? Damn, it girl snap out of it. He may already have a girlfriend.

"I...I heard some loud crashes coming from your house and I came to check if you are okay." I said. I noticed I said it a bit fast but clear enough for him to understand. I looked down and saw blood coming from cuts on his tanned skin. "You're bleeding!"

"I'm sorry, one of my tanks fell and is broke, got cut while trying to clean it up but I don't have any brushes and dustpan to clean it up." He replied. "I haven't had time to get them." Poor, guy.

"Would you like borrow mine?" I offered, "I don't mind helping out while you clear your injuries." His smile made me melt. Damn, why do have to develop a crush on him already? I barely know him and in just a few minutes I'm in love.

"That would be nice, thank you. I'll leave the door open." Before we part ways and I quickly headed home to grab a dustpan, a broom and a bag before returning. When I enter his home, there were still lots of boxes stacked in corners while the furniture appeared to be out of place. I looked around to find him. Shit, I forgot to ask for his name. Damn, guess I'll have to be formal or should I just call out to say I'm here?

"Hello?" I yelled out.

"I'm in the kitchen!" his voice replied. I followed where his voice came and saw him washing his wounds at the sink. Beside him was an open first aid kit.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I got closer. His face twitches a bit as the water runs over his cuts.

"Stings but alright." He answered. Dear God, you just had to give him a perfect voice. "I didn't get your name by the way." Crap, even I was being rude by not giving my name. This is taking an unpredictable path to acquaintances.

"My name is Sophia. Sophia Valent." He looks at me warmly and gives that god loving smile.

"Pleasure." He answered, "My name is Adrian Van Cok." A name that suits him very well. I wonder if he is a model or something like that? If so, what is he doing in a quiet suburb? He soon then patches his cut hands and arms with bandages before turning to me.

"Come, I'll show you where the mess is." I followed him into a large room which I believe from the similar house design all the homes in the street follow, that it's the back-living room. Along on the carpet floor, shards of glass reflect from the sunlight. Should have brought the vacuum cleaner as well. What I noticed was the size of the tank or rather the wooden parts of it.