Kurt Cobain And I Love Her

Sloppy lips to Sloppy lips

Year: 1985
Kurts age: 18
Your age: 17

This is shit I know, I got bored like a week ago and wrote this and forgot about it and it's not even edited so I'm sorry

But this photo of Kurt is beautiful

I was sitting on my bed listing to inxs coming through my record player

I had my eyes shut enjoying the music

"Y/N GET DOWN HERE YOUR COUSIN IS HERE"

I stood up of my bed walking downstairs greeted by the cousin I never liked or really got to know

"Hi"
I mumbled looking at Kurts scuffed converses that I took from his house

"So y/n Matt is gonna stay here for around two weeks and he's gonna sleep in your room
on a mattress on the floor so go clear space for it"

I nodded my head walking up the stairs with my cousin following me up

I walked into my room kicking shit to the walls making room

"Your bed will go there"
I said in a gross raspy voice

"Okay sounds good"

"Also like tomorrow night you mind sleeping on the couch"

"Uh yes I do mind,
why do I have to"
He sighed

"Kurt is coming over"

"Who's kurt"
He asked sitting on my bed turning the music down a bit

"Some guy I like"
I smiled at the thought of him

"OH FUCK OKAY TELL ME ABOUT HIM"
He said excitedly mimicking a stereotypical teenage girl

"Okay well he has long-ish
short-ish brown hair and blue eyes and great features"
I smiled

He nodded his head and looked like he was thinking about it

"You should kiss him"
He said out of the blue

"I'm to much of a pussy"
I laughed sitting down on the other end of my bed

"Do it"
He laughed

"No he probably doesn't like me back"
I sighed

"Let me ask you some questions and I want quick answers"
He stated

I nodded my head ready for the worst