Chapter 5 4

I woke up because the doorbells in my house were ringing one after another. Annoyed, I put the pillow over my ears and ignored it. I really lack sleep! I didn't stop until I finished the chapter that I was going to pass on to Lindsay, so the sun rose before I finished what I was writing. I immediately passed it to him so that I could go straight to sleep.

I remember the reason I am suffering with no sleep. It was all because of those jerks who had their band practice at three fucking a.m. I mean, who in their right mind would play that loud at such a time? Are they going to have a party with ghosts?

Their practice took another hour before they restored my peace and quiet. Fortunately, my brain still works even though I'm killing the man with the different coloured eyes in my mind as I write.

"Shit!" I shouted when the person outside did not stop ringing the doorbell. I looked at what time it was. I cursed when I saw that it was just nine in the morning. I only slept for an hour! That's why my head hurts!

I got up annoyed because my head hurt more and more with the sound of the doorbell one after another. It seems that no one has any intention of stopping playing until I get off. I took my gun and put it in the back pocket of my shorts. I am planning to kill the bastard who dared to disturb my sleep.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I was shaking as I went down the stairs. What I don't like is disturbing my sleep!

Oh boy, whoever they are, they are definitely asking me to kill them if they don't freaking stop ringing my doorbell!

I reached for my gun with my left hand in my back pocket. With my right hand, I grabbed the doorknob of the door. My head was throbbing because of the noise. I was gritting my teeth to suppress my anger.

Shit! My head really hurts!

I counted one to three before I finally opened the door.

"What the-" I was about to snort at whoever was at the door. But when I saw who it was, I froze.

It was the jerk who has a different eye colour.

"Hi," he said, greeting me with an awkward smile on his face.

I sighed. I removed my hand from holding the gun behind me and folded my arms. I leaned against the door jamb and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you planning to break my doorbell?" I said angrily to him.

I tried to stay calm because my head only hurt more and more. But when I remember what he said and did earlier, it is very difficult for me to calm down. Add to that, he disturbed my sleep!

How long does he plan to disturb the peace and tranquilly of my life?

He tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace.

"Nothing," he said. I saw him looking at me from head to toe. "You just woke up?" he asked again, and I started crying.

I know I don't look good today. Messy hair and wearing a big t-shirt and shorts. I wasn't even able to fix it earlier because I was so sleepy, even though I'm used to only wearing underwear when sleeping. And that's because of the man in front of me now.

"Actually, I haven't slept yet. Thanks to you," I said sarcastically. "What do you need? You're a nuisance," I said, imitating what he told me earlier.

Shit! Every minute that passes, my head hurts more.

"Hmm." He showed me a jar full of coffee beans. I frowned. "You were asking for coffee earlier, so here it is." He handed it to me, but I just stared at what he was holding.

I didn't really need coffee earlier. I have a lot of coffee at home because I need it when I write. I don't even know why I said that earlier.

"I don't need coffee," I said and closed the door, but my whole body went cold when it bounced at the same time as the man outside cursed.

"Fuck!" I heard him whisper while holding the hand that was stuck in the door. I was stunned as I looked at him writhing in pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked nervously. I saw that his fingers were red, and I just winced. I'm pretty sure it hurts.

"Are you really asking that?" he shouted at me, and I was startled. And because I lacked sleep and had a headache, I quickly became angry at his actions.

"Why are you getting mad at me? It's your fault! Who told you to block your hand from my door?"

He glared at me, and I did the same. He's the one who goes from house to house, blocks the door with his hand, and gets angry when he gets stuck! I think this man is just as weird as his eyes!

We stared at each other for a few minutes. Even if I'm mesmerized by his eyes, I do my best to ignore the feeling and glare at him. But it seems like my body is betraying me.

Shit! Those mismatched eyes are so beautiful!

After what seemed like an hour, I heard him sigh and drop his gaze. He had gentle eyes when he looked at me again. I stepped back because I didn't expect that look from him.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said, using a gentle tone. I gulped when I heard his soothing voice again. I still remember his beautiful voice when he sang.

and even though I was annoyed earlier because they disturbed my writing, I couldn't stop myself from admiring his voice. I was just listening to their entire practice. His singing voice was so good that it made my anger disappear. and I don't want to admit it, but I want to hear him sing again. But we will die before I admit it to him.

"I just want to give you some coffee," he said, handing me the coffee beans again.

I don't know if I will accept what he is giving or not. I still have a lot of coffee beans inside. I've probably had that coffee for about three months. But here is a man in front of me, offering some coffee beans for me.

I sighed and finally accepted the jar from him. He smiled, and my breathing hitched. He looked so handsome, holy sh*t!

"Death Ferrante," he introduced himself, and he extended a hand to me. "I'll be your neighbour from now on."

"Vexen Moreno." I introduced myself using the fake name that Tracer gave me. Since I set foot here in the England, this is the name you have used. Tracer made me use the surname of my Brother Vander.

I felt something like a spark when I accepted his hand, but I decided to ignore it. It seemed like I was the only one who felt it then, so I didn't pay attention even though my heart was beating faster.

I saw Death raise his eyebrows when I accepted his hand, but I immediately smiled. He has a weird name, alright. But I don't know. I feel that such a name is suitable for him.

Weird name plus weird eyes plus weird personality equals Death Ferrante.

"I know you're thinking that I have a weird name," he said when he released my hand. He put his hands in both pockets of his pants.

"Yeah." I agree. His name is really strange, and based on what he said, it looks like I'm not the only one who thought like that.

He shrugged. "My Mom gave it to me. I have no choice but to use it, right?" he said, smiling.

I nodded absentmindedly. There's that smile again. He is even more handsome when he smiles. He looked intimidating because he has a serious face. It seems difficult to approach.

I'm sure that Violet will have a huge crush on him when she sees Death. I'm just lucky because he's my neighbour and I can see him every day.

No, no. Stop that thought, Vexen. Maybe you forget that you don't sleep because of them.

"I should continue my sleep now. My head hurts," I said. I saw him stand up straight.

"Oh, do you have a headache? I have medicine-"

"No, no." I cut off anything he says. "It will also disappear when I put it to sleep." I saw him nod.

"Alright. Um, goodnight then?" he said hesitantly, and I just laughed.

"Yeah. Nice to meet you, by the way." I said and looked at his hand; the redness was gone. "And I'm sorry about your hand."

He nodded and waved goodbye at me. I closed the door when he turned his back on me.

I leaned against the back of the door after I closed it. The fast beating of my heart that I felt when we held hands still hasn't disappeared. I know what it is, and I know that I'm crushing on him too. He is really handsome. Add her yummy body that I saw yesterday. I immediately blushed when I remembered that.

Those abs and v-lines I want to see it again.

I slapped myself hard for what I thought. Che diavolo, Vexen! You are already infected with Archer's lewdness!

Shaking my head, I climbed the stairs and entered my room to continue my sleep that had been disturbed earlier. But it was hard for me to fall asleep again because Death's face kept popping into my mind.

Especially his mismatched eyes.

I groaned and forced myself to sleep to get rid of my throbbing headache. And eventually, I fell asleep while still thinking of my neighbour with weird eyes and a weird name.