Girl Next Door

Had this idea earlier in the day and it's currently 2am, didn't have any chance to write it down sooner. So there may be a heap of spelling errors, sorry in advance.

SFW / SFF - 855 words

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Chester was sitting at his faded wooden desk that was shoved in front of his only bedroom window in his now dark lit room, scribbling down some new sheet music for this upcoming school musical. He resented school plays and musicals cause they would always get the senior music students to write the songs for it and the plot line of the play was so bad that it was hard to find inspiration for a song worth being sung.

He doesn't know how late it is but all the lights in his house are off and all the lights in her house are not on either. He contemplates on whether to call quits on the song writing for tonight or not, but is bought out of his internal argument when he hears the soft sound of an engine from his window. Glancing down at the street the old rusted motorbike is stopped outside of her driveway and there are two people standing in front of it. The owner of the bike, the football star who has a stereotypical name like Brad or Danny, Chester couldn't care less they're all assholes anyway and her, his gorgeous, perfect next door neighbour, both illuminated by the shine from the streetlights

He sees her pull off the bike helmet and let's her blonde curls cascade down her back over the leather jacket she's sporting. He can't hear much of their conversation but their voices aren't soft murmurs and confessions of love like they are most nights, the words are being thrown between one another, harsh and strong. The footballing asshole gets really close to her and then grips her upper arms tightly and Chester clenches his fists, he can hear her telling him to let her go and get off of her but he doesn't, he just gets really close to her face and kisses her harshly, a kiss that looks like no one would enjoy.

She tries to squirm away from him but he continues his rough exploration. Chester is ready to storm out his front door until she gets one hand free and uses it to slap him across the cheek. When her palm comes in contact with his face he pulls away shoving her slightly. Chester can hear many curse words being thrown at her from his filthy mouth.

Brad- Danny- or whatever the assholes name is throws one leg over his motorbike and rides off fast, Chester so badly wants to go down there to her front yard and ask if she's okay and to hold her if she's not but he can't do that, she doesn't even know he exists, let alone lives right next door to her.

He watches her as she expertly climbs up the pipe to her window, leaning on the tree just outside her room. Her long track star legs get her up there in no time, she pushes her window open and climbs in. She flicks her light on and Chester can see the tear tracks down her face and the mascara running down her cheeks, his heart breaks at the sight.

She begins to get undress and as she slips the leather jacket from her shoulders Chester notices the already bruising marks on her arms where he had held her so tightly. As she begins to unzip her tight jeans Chester looks away, there has been hundreds of opportunities where he could of witnessed the beautiful sight of her completely bare but has to much respect for her to even look up.

After a couple of minutes he looks back up and sees her sitting on her bed removing her makeup stained cheeks. She scrubs hard at her delicate face and Chester flinches at how careless she's being. Once the makeup is completely removed he can see the light bags under her eyes, seeped into her skin from too many late nights of sneaking out and staying out late. She looks exhausted and sad and he wishes she knew he was there for whatever she needed.

She got into bed not long after that and so did Chester. He could rest easy knowing that she had gotten home safe.

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The next morning Chester was packing up his scribbled on sheet music when he saw Grace climbing on to the back of his motorbike.

He huffed, completely in shock of what he was witnessing, after last night she just acts like nothing happened?

Chester knows he's can't do anything about it, she doesn't know him, he's just another student at her high school, he's just a kid in her year, another guy that lives on the same street as her, the guy that has been living across the way, right next door from her for eighteen years, that she still hasn't noticed. He's just the boy next door.

But she's so much more important to him that he is to her. She is the girl that's been living right next to him for eighteen years, going to the same school as him and giving him inspiration for music when she had no idea she was. She's the girl next door.

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