On the next day - Saturday - I decided to stay home.
I wore my pajamas all day, didn't put on any makeup and didn't bother to cook. I just put a pepperoni pizza in the oven to get fat alone. The only thing that was properly done was my hair, washed and straightened, silky and shiny, just as I love it. If there's something that I feel proud of myself is my hair and I do everything I can to make sure it grows as healthier as possible.
I was relaxing on my kitchen island, eating dinner and reading a book called The Hypnotist by Lars Kepler, when the bell disrupted my peaceful moment.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, revealing Chester's big doe-eyes and his enormous smirk. God, his smile.
"Do you have plans for tonight?" He asked and entered my apartment without giving me a chance to say something or even protest.
"Uh - no."
"Now you do," he beamed with an unusual energy. "Wanna go to a party with me?"
"Goodnight to you too, I'm doing fine, and where's that party?" I crossed my arms over my chest in a judgemental way.
He smiled again.
"The same bar we went the other night with Nicole... and P-peter." He cleared his throat.
"Oh, ok... I have nothing better to do. But you'll have to wait. I'm finishing my dinner, and then I have to get dressed."
"Why? You look so sexy, I'm sure lots of guys in that bar will turn their attention to you as soon as you walk in." He mocked my Spongebob pajama. What's wrong with it? Can't a girl be lazy and not wear sexy clothes all the time? This is real life, not a movie. On a lazy day, I don't walk around in sexy lingerie and a silky robe, with make-up and voluminous, wavy hair like Victoria Secrets' angels. What's wrong with my Spongebob pajamas?
I rolled my eyes at him and finished my dinner quickly without giving him much conversation. Then, I ran to my bedroom and picked up something casual, matching his outfit. So, I put on my favorite jeans, a purple and silky tank top, along with my purple Allstars. I picked a silver necklace with a shiny heart-shaped pendant, with matching earrings, and a simple bracelet. For the makeup, I just put on some conceal under my eyes, and mascara. And after putting my perfume, I was good to go.
I got out of my bedroom, only to find Chester taking a look at my book. His eyes landed on me immediately.
"You look beautiful," he said.
Normally, I would blush. But I'm still kinda mad at him, so I answered him in a sarcastic tone.
"Thank you very much, it really doesn't look like you're trying to make up for the shit you said yesterday."
Chester tensed up at first, but then relaxed when I asked him if he was going to stay there gawking all night or if he was actually going to take me out. He decided to drive his car to the bar, even though it was only at a distance of 10-minutes walk away and parked the car on the street next to the small building of the cozy bar.
As usual, we took a sit on the corner of the bar, on the round couch. There were still a few empty tables, but as time passed, they started to get full, and there were people dancing like crazy on the dancefloor and drinking shots at the bar. I noticed some shots that were on fire and I wondered how people manage to drink that. Doesn't it burn?
Chester noticed how attentive I was to the drinks and how my brows furrowed when I saw the flaming shots.
"They do that do enhance the flavor," he said near to my ear, making me shiver.
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Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor
Storie d'amoreAna was tired of her life and wasting it due to her parent's beliefs. She decided to put an end to it and start from zero, alone. At least, she thought she would be alone until she met him. Chester. Her unusual neighbor. Behind his beauty hides a lo...
