Hesher is introduced officially here. I hope I do the character justice.

Chapter 2

What the fuck is a Hesher?

It should come as no surprise, but studying for some humdrum math exam was forgotten

after my neighbors' guest crashed into my bushes. I quickly skimmed over some old homework assignments and called it good in the math department. I prepared some leftover pasta from some other night for dinner and sat to rot in front of the television. Except, there was no television. All of the channels were fuzz. What the fuck. I recalled that the Forney's house guest screwed with the box under the power line. Oh fuck no. He fucked with my cable. I rushed to the window, seeing that his van was still blocking my driveway. I grabbed my phone and dialed Madeleine's number.

"Hello?" Madeleine's voice rang into the receiver.

"Hi, Mrs. Forney. This is Ellie Parker from next door." I tried to sound as sweet as possible. It wasn't hard, seeing as Madeleine was such a kind old woman.

"Oh Ellie! Yes dear, what can I do for you?" I smiled.

"I was wondering if I could pop over there real fast, I need to have a word with your house guest."

"You mean TJ's friend dear? And of course you can." TJ's friend? TJ is 13, the stranger must be at least in his twenties.

"Great, I'll see you in a minute Mrs. Forney." We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I knocked a couple times. Some of the anger has subsided after talking to Madeleine. She reminded me so much of my own grandma. TJ answered the door after a few seconds.

"H-hey. Um, you're Aly, right?" I smiled down at the teenager. He looked kind of confused.

"No, Its Ellie. Close enough though, Teej. Can I come in?" He shifted between feet for a couple seconds before standing aside from me. I thanked him and strolled inside of the house.

Mr. Forney was asleep on the couch, even though it was barely after seven o'clock. Madeleine was in the kitchen, likely cleaning dishes from dinner. I turned to TJ.

"I have a bone to pick with your uh, friend." TJ's eyes widened

"Hesher? Um, yeah. He's in the garage." What the fuck is a Hesher? I nodded, asking TJ to show me to the garage. I waved at Madeleine as I passed the kitchen and entered the laundry room.

"Its um, just through that door." TJ pointed to the only door in the laundry room. Loud guitar could be heard through the wood, some actual riffs, and most just sloppy notes strung together. I thanked TJ before taking a deep breath and turning the door handle.

The man, Hesher, stood in the middle of the garage,with his back toward me, electric guitar in hand as he strummed furiously, making the little amp in the corner vibrate with the sheer volume. He didn't seem to notice my entrance, so I leaned against the wall to listen to what he was trying to play. I recognized it to be a Metallica song, although I couldn't quite remember the name. I let my eyes roam over his form. I took in the tattoos I was to far away to see earlier, and I still wasn't sure what I was looking at. He was slender, but still held a lot of definition. His hair was scraggly, but wasn't as greasy as I had thought it would be. At least this time there were torn up black jeans hiding his underwear.

I barely noticed that he had stopped playing when his voice reached my ears.

"Are you just gonna stand there and eye fuck me or are you gonna introduce yourself?" I furrowed my eyebrows and met his dark gaze.

"Ellie Parker. Your van is blocking my driveway." I stated as firmly as I could.

"Ahh, yeah. Neighbor girl. Your fucking bushes did a number on me." He padded over to the guitar stand and placed the electric instrument back into place before unplugging the amplifier.

"Mmhmm. Speaking of that incident, you fucked up my cable." He plopped down onto a chair and pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. He lit it and took a drag before answering.

"Shit, that fuckin happens sometimes. Not sure how to fix it." What?

"Not sure how to fix it? Not sure how-"

"Fuckin chill, dude. I bet the old lady will let you watch shit over here." He raised his eyebrows and smirked suggestively. "With me."

My defenses shook and threatened to drop, simply because I had no idea to respond to that. I decided being angry wasn't gonna help, so I slid onto the cot positioned across from the chair.

"Can I bum one of those off you?" I asked as he took another drag of his cigarette. He looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite comprehend before reaching into his pocket and producing a cigarette.

"So we're cool, neighbor girl? With the cable and shit?" I lit my cigarette, inhaling deeply before answering.

"Ellie. And I guess. We just had the shitty channels anyway." Hesher smiled and propped his feet up on a nearby box.

"Yeah, I got the porno channels now. All fuckin, all the time." He chuckled at his comment. I rolled my eyes.

"Why watch when you could just go get the real shit?" I asked, crossing my legs underneath me.

"What, you wanna fuck me neighbor girl?" I choked mid drag and went on a coughing fit for a few seconds. Hesher laughing to himself the whole time.

"I-I never said- I mean, there's a lot of slutty chicks out there man. I would know, my roommate is one of them." Hesher stood up and wandered over to a corner. While he was digging through some stuff her said.

"Nah, not so much into sluts. Don't need an itchy dick." I laughed, stomping out my cigarette under my sneaker.

"You're a man of great morals, Hesher." He smirked at me after he stood back up, pint of vodka in hand.

"Nah, just a dude that loves his dick to much to fuck it up." He took a swig of the alcohol before offering the bottle to me. I took it hesitantly, looking between Hesher and the bottle.

"C'mon. It ain't fucking poisoned, El." I blushed at the nickname, I haven't know this guy for more than 10 minutes and I already got a nickname. I feel all special and shit.

"Just very alcoholic." I giggled and took a sip. The drink burned my mouth and throat, but I took a bigger swig regardless. Hesher grinned and took the bottle back before sitting next to me on his cot.

The burn in my throat had barely subsided when he handed the bottle to me yet again. Since the first gulp I had mustered up the courage to take a Hesher sized swallow, which was rather large, considering half the bottle was gone already. I resisted the urge to cough as the pungent liquid splashed down my esophagus. I pushed the bottle to Hesher's bare chest before succumbing to the burn and letting out a couple weak hacks and cleared my throat. Hesher shook his mangy head and chuckled at me.

"Drink much?" He asked, still chuckling lightly.

"Not straight from the fucking bottle." I wheezed out. Wiping a tear from my eye. My head had become slightly clouded and my body felt lighter. I sighed. Such a fucking lightweight.

"You get drunk faster this way." Hesher had the bottle down to a quarter full. I had the feeling he wasn't feeling the effects in the least bit, so I held a hand up when he offered me the bottle for the 3rd time. He shrugged and continued to down the vodka.

"What the hell are you doing in the Forney's garage, anyway?" I implored. Hesher leaned back onto his elbows, the near empty bottle sitting between his legs.

"Needed a place to crash. Why are you in the garage?" He asked sarcastically. I gave him an incredulous look before answering.

"To bitch at the dude that fucked with my cable." I said simply

"Then why are you drinking with the dude that fucked up your cable?" I leaned back on my elbows and smirked at Hesher.

"I'm a lover, not a fighter.

"Really, now?"

I giggled again, glancing towards Hesher, a smirk played at his lips and his eyes locked onto mine. My cheeks felt heated suddenly.

"I think I'm gonna like having you as a neighbor." Hesher took the last sip of vodka, a smile still present on his handsome face.