Kurt Cobain And I Love Her

The Midnight Romer~ 2

Year: 1985
Kurts age: 18
Your age: 17

As we came closer and closer to what kurt called

'the shit hole'

I could see a light on up stairs in what he said was his room

As we aproched the side of the house he looked at me and crouched down with his knees almost touching the floor

"what the fuck are you doing"
I asked confused

"you think your gonna get on the roof all by yourself?"
He asked

I shrugged a little embarrassed from my stupidity but i quickly got over that

I climbed sitting his shoulders

Kurt slowly stood up and turned towards the roof

I stood up and used all my upper body strength
(which wasn't a lot)
to lift myself up into the rough sandpaper like roof

I got up and sat in the ledge dangling my legs just above him

he looked up and softly spoke

"I'm going to go inside and open the window for you alright I won't be long"

I stood up nodding getting closer to his window ready to escape the night by the shelter of his warm (well hopefully warm) room

I saw his door open and him appear through the doorway

I shot him a peaceful genuine smile

He put up one finger signalling for me to wait, so I did

He pulled down his blinds just a tad but there was still some open at the bottom

I wasn't the one to snoop around or invade people privacy so I didn't bother to try to look, as much as I wanted to look I didn't

But then I kept thinking about how he could be getting something ready to hurt me

I knew we joked about that sorta stuff before but that's a genuine concern of mine

Men are foul

So I bent down to have a peek in just in case he was doing something that might of put me at some sort of risk

I saw him closing journals and putting away small... bags...

I stood back up knowing exactly what that was,
drugs