Kurt Cobain And I Love Her

The Midnight Romer~ 3

Year: 1985
Kurts age: 18
Your age: 17

I woke up around two in the afternoon remembering the events of last night and the earlier morning

I smiled picturing the pretty boy in my mind

I soon worked up the energy and persuaded myself to get up and so I did

Yet I remained in my long shirt and bike shorts that I left Kurts house in but I wasn't fazed to change out of it

After sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about Kurt I went down the stairs two at a time eager to grab something to snack on

I couldn't find Jack-shit in the fridge or pantry so I decided to go down to the general store and maybe just grab some bread at the least

I went up the stairs grabbing my docs and looking around for my jeans thinking I took them off before I get into bed

Yet they weren't anywhere to be found

Not even at the foot of my bed

I figured you left them at Kurts because I mean who was gonna sleep in jeans

I decided that I would have to get them sooner or later with the shitty Aberdeen weather so I chucked my docs on and set of to Kurts house

I would call him but we never exchanged numbers

After 13-18 minutes of walking I saw the familiar house

I walked to the front door hearing loud music

It was loud enough for people on fucking Mars to hear

I knocked on the door knowing that Kurt wouldn't be able to hear me but it was worth a shot

As I stood there I debated just going in

After three minutes I just went inside and decided to knock on his door instead

I approached his bedroom door and knocked on that instead

I heard the music stop and some rustling

The door opened to an obviously high Kurt

"Hi Kurt I left my jeans here or I think so"
I smiled at him

"right"
he said running his hand through his tangled beautiful hair