Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Unbearable behavior

"There you are!" I said when I opened the apartment door to find Chester waiting for me with his hands in his pockets. He scanned my clothes and smirked. I was wearing my Loki's t-shirt and had my hair in two braids. There was no need for makeup. After watching Avengers: The Endgame, I decided I would never wear makeup to the movies, ever again.

"Come on, let's go." He gently placed a hand on my lower back and gestured me to walk.

He had the tickets in his smartphone, so we didn't need to get in the line. Obviously, I wanted to buy popcorns, I love popcorns. And Chester was being an asshole and didn't let me pay for anything. So I told him next week we would go to the movies again and I was the one paying for everything. He didn't even argue. He was happy that I wanted to go out with him again.

The movie didn't disappoint me, they never do. I've been following these movies since the first Iron Man in 2008. Eleven years of this shit and I still love every goddamn movie. It's sad because there's a whole phase that is ending, and most of my favorite superheroes won't be in the next movies, but I'm confident about the next phase. It's such a legacy Stan Lee left us.

"Hey, did you enjoy it?" Chester asked me when we exited the building.

"Yes, so much. Tom Holland has matured as spider-man. I loved it. But I can't wait for the next one" I said too excited, but my smile faded away when I felt how cold it was outside. Chester noticed it and immediately took his jacket off, putting it on my shoulders without me noticing. "It's not necessary," I lied.

"Shut up," Chester said, giving me that innocent but devilish smile.

"Thank you," I said, approaching my shoulder to his while we started walking through the streets filled with people roaming. It was night time already, but there were lots of people walking outside. "And thank you for the movie, it was amazing."

"I was wondering if you want to go to a bar and grab a drink?"

"Yes, of course." I smiled, feeling a turmoil inside my lower belly, anxious about him wanting to spend more time with me.

Then we walked a couple of blocks, talking about MARVEL movies and how I really enjoy them since the start. I told him about the collection of comic books I have in my ex-home. Some of my favorites were with me, obviously. And I still read them sometimes.

"I really thought you were one of those girly fans that only watch the movies for the hot guys." Chester chuckled as we walked inside the calm bar and took a sit in the corner.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. They are hot. All of them. Damn, I can't even say which one of them is the best!" I mocked him and he made a priceless shocked face, not expecting that answer at all. For a moment Chester even felt a tip of jealousy of the way I talked about them - but who can blame me? They are really good looking. "But I do love the stories. Even if they chose ugly actors - but good ones - I would love the movies anyway. My love for MARVEL exists since childhood."

"Nice. Well, I grew up reading DC's comic books, but MARVEL movies are the best, I must admit that."

"I also love DC's comics books. I have the Killing Joke, first edition in my apartment."

Chester widened his eyes.

"Having rich parents have its perks sometimes," I laughed at his shock. "I'll show it to you one day. It's my little treasure, so you should feel honored that I am willing to share it with you. I never let anyone near it."

He put a hand on his chest dramatically.

"You honor me, Ana."

Chester asked me what I wanted to drink and went to the bar to ask for our drinks. I stayed there, waiting for him and scanned the bar around me. It was small, but since we arrived more people had arrived too, and it was starting to get fuller. It reminded me of those small pubs from London, cozy, but where nothing is boring, ever. There was a guy playing guitar and singing differents acoustic songs, and he was kinda good. My eyes traveled a little more but stopped when I noticed a guy sitting on the other side of the room, just staring at me. He had black hair and black beard, his eyes were brown, but he looked different - he looked like one of those Japanese-Americans. He was pretty, but his intense stare was actually scary.