Chester Bennington - Unusual Neighbor

Hurt

Chester sent me a text message that morning, asking me to have dinner with him at his house. He offered himself to cook. Obviously, I accepted and there I was, knocking on his door after a long day of work. Janice and I have been busy taking care of everything for the University's ceremony, which is almost there. Chester, on the other hand, has been busy from early morning to late night, rehearsing, every day of that week. That night, he dismissed his pupils so they can rest at least a day, and so that he could spend time with me.

"Hi," he said calmly, kissing my temples as he gestured me to walk in.

"Hey, I didn't know you were going to be home at this hour. I was surprised when I received your text," I admitted, even though I couldn't be happier that Chester managed to find time to be with me.

He walked to his small kitchen and I couldn't help but release a small moan due to the heavenly smell that hovered that house. I don't know what the hell he was cooking but it smelled delicious. Besides that, what amused me the most was the beautiful table set for two, a slender candlestick with three white candles burning so beautifully.

I smiled at the view and followed him to the kitchen.

"The students needed to rest," he said, too focused on the task he was performing. "And I wanted to be with you, so..."

When he turned around there was a delicious roasted chicken with baked potatoes and some vegetables.

"That looks absolutely delicious."

"Let's see how it tastes, shall we?" He smirked, placing the steaming pot on the table. Then, he walked to my chair, pulled it away from the table and offered me the seat. Only then he walked to his chair and sat comfortably.

"So..." With a simple black v-cut t-shirt and some dark red pants that embraced his ass too well, Chester could be the most stunning man in the whole world. He doesn't need too much to make me melt, and when he looks at me with those doe-brown-eyes, I feel like the floor slides away from my feet and I just float. It feels like an angel is looking at me and I feel at peace. I cleared my throat, trying not to stare at him too much. "How're the rehearsals going?"

"Great... We are trying some new things... I'm trying new things..." He replied nervously. "I think you're going to like it."

"Why?"

"You'll see."

He smiled shyly and redirected his eyes to his plate, playing with his fork.

I narrowed my eyes at him but decided not to be pushy. He really got me curious about that party and his show, though.

"What about the decoration part?" He suddenly asked. "Are you handling it well? I know it's a lot of work for so little time, but I thought you could need that amount of money."

"Oh, we're handling it, don't worry. I'm actually enjoying what I'm doing. I always liked flowers and gardening, but I never thought I'd like it this much."

"That's good to hear..."

An awkward silence fell upon us, but Chester decided to break it.

"Rob called. They invited us to a party, for the weekend after the next."

"What's up with them and the parties?" I joked.

"I have no idea. They have been like this since... since we were younger," Chester suddenly became quiet and pensive, like he was lost in painful memories. His eyes can't lie to me anymore, it's almost as if I know his body language and I can perceive when some subject is sensitive for him.

"Chester... I don't want to spoil this diner, but I need to ask you something."

"Should I be afraid?" He asked, muffling a laugh in his throat.