The girl next door

Chapter 11 - Sebastian

Arriving at the bar, I park the car on a parking lot that has just been vacated and get out quickly. The music is already ringing from outside and I enter the bar without hesitation. Quickly I push myself past some already quite drunk women, looking for my neighbour.

One or two times I get talked to from the side, but I don't go into it. After all, I'm not here to have fun with anyone, but just to pick up my neighbour.

Fortunately I discover her after a few minutes. She sits at the bar and has her head resting on her hands. Next to her sits another blonde who seems to be talking to Heather. Is this perhaps the woman who called Aiden and asked him to pick up Heather?

I quickly move towards the two at the bar and stop right next to Heather: "Hey, ladies." The other one pulls her eyebrows up: "Hello?" "Hey", Heather greets me, too, but makes a rather sloppy impression. I let my eyes wander briefly over the counter and see several shot glasses, which the two will certainly have emptied together.

"Did you call someone to pick them up and bring them home?" I turn to the stranger with a questioning look. She seems to have drunk a lot less than my neighbour.

"Yes, are you Aiden?" she asks uncertainly, because she doesn't seem to trust me completely. "No, I am Sebastian', I introduce myself: 'Your neighbour'. "Oh God", she rolls her eyes. I look at her in surprise and then look at Heather: "What have you told her? "Oh, nothing," she shrugs her shoulders, but grins broadly.

I decide to ignore the behaviour of the drunks - after all, everyone talks stupid stuff when they've drunk - and reach out my hand to her: "I'd better take you home now. You can sleep it off then."

For a few seconds she looks at me quietly, but then grabs my hand and slowly rises. "Has she already paid?" I ask the bartender, briefly tied, as I want to go home as quickly as possible. She shakes her head, whereupon I pull out a bank note and push it over the counter to the woman: "That's right.

"Thank you for calling," I turn to the woman on Heather's right. "Gladly," she smiles and hands me a cell phone. I immediately recognize that it's the blonde's cell phone holding my hand. I nod gratefully and then take it. I quickly let it disappear into my jacket pocket and then turn to go. But before I can make my way to the exit, the other blonde says one last time: "Will you tell her tomorrow that I have stored my number in her mobile phone? Only if she doesn't remember." I shrug my shoulders as neutrally as possible, but I intend to remind her later: "Yes, I will." After all, this gives me an excuse to start a conversation with her.

I put my arm around Heather's slender waist and pull her gently but firmly towards the exit. Honestly, I can't wait to get out of here. I've been here often enough, but at this time most people are already quite drunk and you should really think twice about going in if you don't really have to.

I firmly open the door and manoeuvre my neighbour out of the pub onto the sidewalk. I lead her down the street a bit and then stop next to Aiden's car. A little awkward I open the car door on the driver's side and help Heather in. So drunk she is surprisingly obedient, which I honestly don't really dislike. But she seems more attractive to me when she gives me contra. This sets her apart from my usual baggage scheme and only makes her more interesting for me.

As soon as she sits securely, I close the door again and walk around the car to get in myself. But before I start the engine, I bend over to her again to buckle up, as she doesn't seem to get it baked alone. Meanwhile she looks out of the window and watches the people on the street. I quickly start the engine and steer the car out of the parking space. Meanwhile I want to go home again. Aiden probably already asks her where I am and if I'm honest, I don't like to deal with drunk people if I'm not in the same condition. My bigger problem right now is how to get Heather home. From the corner of my eye I notice that the woman in question has dozed off. Why did I agree to pick her up again?

Arriving at our house, Heather is still asleep and probably really tight now. I should have woken her up much sooner. Then I would have a much smaller problem now! So now I have no idea how to bring her up to her apartment. I sigh and then decide for the only, reasonably good, solution. I unbuckle myself, switch off the engine and then get out. In order not to get run over by the nightly drivers, I quickly leave the road and step onto the sidewalk. To be on the safe side, I let Aiden's car key disappear in my jacket pocket and then open the door on her side of the car. I quickly free her from her belt and hang her handbag around my shoulder.

This is probably the moment when I really regret my decision to go and pick her up myself. Personally, I had never intended to carry a handbag. However, rolling my eyes, I put my arms around them so that I can lift them out of the car in the best possible way. With my foot I close the car door again and then, with Heather on my arm, move towards the steps leading up to the front door.

I laboriously pull out my front door key and also directly take the key to the apartment opposite my own so as not to have to go through the same procedure again later. I unlock the door with great skill and then quickly run up the stairs. Fortunately, Heather isn't very heavy, so I don't have to worry that she'll get too heavy all too quickly.

Arriving at the apartments, I decide to go to her first. Aiden can probably stand it for a few more minutes without me. If he is still there at all! So I open her door and enter the apartment. Only now do I notice that I've never been here before. Actually, this is nothing really unusual, since I am not usually interested in my neighbors, but somehow I had expected at least to have a quick look at their home.

With a thoughtful expression on my face I enter the living room looking for her bedroom. After a few brief glances I notice that our apartments are quite similar. So I move further through, to the place where I expect her bedroom.

The fact that I am actually in the right position with my guess becomes clear to me when I open the door and take a look at the room. A little relieved, I step inside and walk over to the bed where I gently lay Heather down. I briefly let my gaze wander through the room and notice how empty it actually is. She probably hasn't had much time to set up her furniture yet. The only real pieces of furniture are the bed and the wardrobe.

Finally I put the handbag on the windowsill and then feel my jacket pockets. I pull out her front door key and her mobile phone. I put the key away without hesitation while I hold the smartphone in my hand even longer. Actually, I know it's wrong, but in an attempt to unlock it, I cross it across the screen. Of course, I realize that I shouldn't even think about it and that my behavior is wrong, but I got an idea. To my surprise, it doesn't seem to be locked. Sighing, I consider if I should just put it away, but then I go to the contacts and quickly type in my number. After all, Aiden is not the only one she can call in an emergency. As I got to know her so far, she won't charge me for my help later anyway.

When I'm done, I quickly put the phone away and look at Heather for a few seconds. I really have to admit that she looks great in that dress. But since I don't think it's very comfortable to sleep in, I take a few steps towards her to let myself fall on the bed next to her. I take off her high heels and put them next to her bed before I step back.

Quickly I prefer to steal myself out of the room again - now I have nothing more to do here - and leave the apartment just as quickly. After all, I've been here long enough and Aiden is probably wondering where I'm staying. Nevertheless, there is a thought that keeps me busy. Is there a reason why she drank so much? And will she even remember the next morning that I picked him up?