Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

The worried half-sister

For the next few days, my routine was the same:

1. Wake up;

2. Get ready to go to work;

3. Have breakfast with Chester;

4. Go to work;

5. Knock on Chester's door;

6. Clean his house with him;

7. Go to sleep;

8. Return to step 1.

It was a lot for both of us. His house was a mess. There was a pile of dirty clothes inside a basket. Chester says that he usually takes his clothes to the laundry to get clean, even though he has a washing machine. There's another pile of dirty dishes that he only washes whenever he needs something, and it stinks. His living room had magazines, books, and lots of papers scattered around the living room, creating a messy environment where you can't even find a place to sit your ass. Don't let me start speaking about his bathroom, that's just gross. Clearly, that bathroom was never cleaned and he just piled up shampoo bottles in the trash bin, but never took the trash out.

When we entered his bedroom, I thought it was going to be messy, but it actually surprised me. It wasn't clean and shining, but at least his bed was properly done, there were no clothes on the floor - like I was expecting -, and the only thing that was out of place where his bottle of pills.

"I'm sure you regretted by now for offering help," I heard Chester muttering under his breath, thinking I wouldn't hear him.

"I don't and I won't. Besides, you owe me a dinner, under the candlelights," I chuckled, sitting on his now cleaned couch.

"Aren't you a little disgusted by me?".

"Nope, sorry to disappoint."

Chester chuckled and resumed grading his student's tests. Whenever he had work to do at home, I forced him to do it while I continued with the cleaning. He doesn't enjoy when I do that, but it's not like I care. I stopped for a while and looked at him, studying his concentrated features. Every now and then, a smile threatens to show up in his face, probably because of his student's responses, and I couldn't help but smile - he really loves his job.

When he shifted in his seat, I woke up from the trance I was in and diverted my look.

"Uh, speaking of which - " I cleared my throat. "When are you going to cook for me?"

"When are you free?" He asked, getting up from his seat and approaching me with a gleam in his eyes, with his pen between his fingers. He played with it in a nervous way. Why would he be nervous?

"Tomorrow?"

He grimaced.

"I can't tomorrow --" As he saw my sad face, he looked at his watch, put both his hands on my shoulders, massaging them, making me freeze. "What about -- you go back home, take a long, and relaxing shower, come back in an hour and a half and we'll have dinner tonight?"

A scorching sensation started growing in my lower belly.

"Uh -- yeah, yeah, alright. I'll go," I pulled away from him and left his apartment. "Take your time, see ya later, then."

And I rushed to my apartment, panting when I closed the door behind me. What the hell is he doing to me? Why am I reacting this way?  I stood there for a moment, just throwing a bunch of questions for God knows who to respond, and only after that, I remembered that I was there for a shower. A long, and relaxing shower.

I closed my eyes for a moment when I felt the warm water covering my exposed body. I usually don't do baths, I just shower, it's quicker. But it is relaxing though. Everything around me stopped and the only thing disturbing my moment was him, and the way I have been feeling around him lately. Realizing that I had more feelings than I should really shook me to my core. Obviously, I am not going to share that realization with him. It would just scare him away. But I also can't stay away from him -- not now that he's letting me in. Not now that he's opening up. It would be like a betrayal.