Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Shy notes under the door

As the next days went by slowly, I couldn't be happier with how it was at that moment. I was away from the stupid world I grew up in, had a job and good friends. But I was growing curious every day with my mysterious neighbor. Sometimes I cursed myself after spending minutes looking through my peephole whenever I hear his door opening or closing. I know, I need to get a life, but he got me so curious.

Every time I arrived home after work, I prayed that I just crossed paths with him, but it never happened. But one day, an interaction was really necessary. As I opened my mailbox and took several envelopes and publicity, there was an intruder. An envelope from the hospital with some man's name on it.

Chester Charles Bennington.

Then I looked at the address and smiled when I saw from who it belonged to 1st floor, door nr. 2. My dear neighbor.

I walked upstairs, considering if I should on his door and wait for him, or if I should just slide the envelope under his door. I could just do the second option and don't bother him, but part of me was dying inside to look at him, face to face. And before I knew it, I knocked on his door for some time, even though I heard nothing from his apartment.

I decided to get home instead and wait for him to arrive.

Once I was inside, I changed to more comfortable clothes, grabbed a pack of Bens&Jerrys, cookie dough - my favorite - and sat on the floor, against my main door. I waited for any signal of his arrival, for probably half an hour until something made me jump from the floor. I heard his key on his door and I grabbed the envelope from the kitchen island and opened my door.

I just caught him closing the door and without thinking I rushed to his side and knocked as assertive as possible.

I heard him walking back to the door and then there was silence. He was looking through the peephole but this time I would not give up - I wouldn't let him ignore me.

"Hi, I'm your next door's neighbor and the mailman put your mail on my mailbox."

The door opened soon after, slowly showing the mysterious man I've been daying to meet, for some reason. Maybe it was because of what the lady from the 4th floor told me, or about how Nicole would incite me to knock on his door, meet the mysterious man and fall in love with him at first sight. I threw her with my pillow, saying that there was no such thing, but here I am now, staring like a dumbass into the eyes of one of the most handsome man have ever come across.

Only when he said hi with a slight smile on his lips and with a shine in his eyes I was snapped out of whatever kind of trance that was.

"Hi!" I said happily. "I have your mail, here." I handed him the envelope but he never broke eye contact. To be honest, it seemed he was as bedazzled as I was.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," he said, as he turned around to close the door. By some divine reason that I am totally unaware of, I put a hand on his door, making him stop and look at me again.

"I'm Ana C..." I stopped me from saying my surname. It was so famous that I was afraid he would recognize me and I really didn't want that. "Just Ana."

"Well, Just Ana, I'm Chester Bennington." He said in a mocking tone and I let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know that. I got your mail." I said matter-of-factly, but with a smirk on my lips, earning his first laugh. It was sultry and low, but perceptible enough to know it is a beautiful sound. For some reason, I felt myself blushing and embarrassed with that situation, so inside my head I was trying to force my brain to say something and don't just stand there gawking.