nirvana imagines

dive (kurt)

imagine of: kurt cobain

date: october 19, 1984

kurt's age: 17

readers age: 16/17/18

summary: kurt's jealous of y/n and dave, who has a "broken" leg. and kurt hates dave, just read it, i don't know how to explain it.

song: dive by nirvana

album: incesticide

requested?: yes! by @/damnthatjunkie

warnings: mentions of a "broken" leg(?), cussing(?), lou's shitty writing

word count:

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kurt's p.o.v

2:00 P.M.

I sit in my assigned seat for art, last class of the day, and the only class that I sorta like.

All of the other classes suck big fuckin' time.

School sucks in general, if I'm gonna to be honest. Which I am.

Well the bell should ring in a few fuckin' minutes, school is a pain in the ass.

Better hurry the hell up, though.

"Alright, class, since it's Friday, I'm not going to give you any homework, this weekend." Mr. Hunter says, putting up a few things back into his art supplies.

The class does a little cheer of triumph.

"Now, don't try and get yourself too hyped up now, because I'm going to give you extra assignments next week." He says with a little smile.

Damn, he's a dickhead.

"Okay, now get your stuff ready, the bell should be ringing in any moment right now." He states, looking away from the clock.

Two more minutes, then I get to be with y/n.

These two minutes are taking for eve- never mind, the loud ass bell rings, making me zip my backpack up and get out my seat with excitement.

I wave bye to Mr. Hunter, while walking out the class door.

"Bye, kids, have good weekend." He says to the kids heading out the class.

I head to the bench, where y/n told me to meet them after my last class, which was outside of the school.

And Dave also broke his leg, but I don't know how he did though, he hasn't told me yet.

But he probably broke in the dumbest way, wouldn't be too surprised.

I finally get to the bench and see y/n and Dave sitting by each other on the bench, where y/n told me they'd be, laughing their asses off.

If you want me to be honest, I may have taken a liking to y/n, I mean how could you not, they're wonderful as hell?

And not that long ago I've told Dave about my "small" crush on y/n, and I bet the asshole is trying to take 'em away from me.