Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

The day everything changed pt. I

"That went well," I sighed as I finally felt the comfort of my couch. Chester was already sitting there, amusement all over his face.

"It could have gone worse, though. Your father liked me," Chester said, pulling me to his arms. I hummed and relaxed for a while, feeling the temperature of his body that I enjoy so much. Sleeping with Chester must be something out of this world in Winter. He's like a fireplace. 

We talked for a couple of hours about random stuff, but mostly about my parent's visit, and about next weekend. We decided to visit them next weekend and I was nervous about showing him my previous world. It's not like he's going to hate it, but I don't want him to think that I was a spoiled girl before he met me. I mean, I was, but I didn't want to. What if it's too much for him? Like, it's a huge mansion, with lots of people working for my family, and there's almost no privacy since there's always someone rushing from one side to the other.

I couldn't turn down the invitation, though. It would be amazing if my mother accepted our relationship. It means the world to me.

One thing that I wanted to show Chester was that you should always talk about what worries you. Even if you think it's stupid. So I shared my thoughts with him and tried to prepare him for what he might find there.

He surprised me - I mean, he has been surprising me every day. He opened his heart to me; he let me in; and he is learning to express what he is feeling through words and acts.

Chester pulled me to his laps, his hands forcing my legs around his waist and he lifted my chin up with his index finger.

"You don't need to worry about that, Ana. I like the person you are now. Not your name, nor how rich is your family, or how big is your house. As long as I'm with you, I don't need anything else, can you understand that?" I nodded and he smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. "That's my girl."

"Are you going to sleep here tonight?" I asked innocently.

"If you want to, I'd love to."

That night, we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling like there was nothing that could tear apart what we are trying to build. For some moments, Chester even thought that he could forget what happened in his past and be happy, or maybe that he could openly share it with me, without suffering reprisals. But then, there was that voice in the back of his head that insisted on keeping him up at night, alone in his thoughts, that told him that there was no chance that I'd stay with him after knowing everything about his past.

He felt so lost, not knowing what to do, that most of the time he slept with me, he stayed awake all night thinking about plans and schemes to tell me the truth, hide it from me, or leave me for good. None of his plans went according to what he wanted. And he always ended up pulling me closer to his arms while I smiled through my deep sleep.

The rest of the week was calm.

Chester was busy with the preparations for the university's anniversary and he'd come home late. When he arrived earlier than he told me, he would send me a text message to check on me and knocked on my door with his pillow under one arm and his pajama under the other. Then he'd sad that he was being selfish, but sleeping with me was better than any sleeping or relaxing or antidepressant pill.

I just smiled all of those times and stepped aside to let him in.

On Thursday night we decided to take a walk through the park. The air was warm and welcoming and there were people outside enjoying the return of the Summer.

Summertime is the season where you enjoy the most to live. Your heart gets warmer. The sun shines. The skin gets tanned and golden. The water gets hot... And it's finally time to put away the scarfs and pick up some fancy sunglasses!