Kurty (Kurt Cobain x Reader)

"Oh shit, sorry..hi"

You have got to be FUCKING kidding me. I burst out of my house in an absolute fucking rage after being torn into by my stupid fucking mother. I bet she's thinking about how much she should've just never had me by now. I'm not sure how but I manage to take a deep breath before semi-calmly walking into the corner store to grab a pack of cigs. I was trying to quite. fuck. I mentally start beating myself up. Again.

 The tiny old lady inside recognized me with a sad look "Hi sweetheart...You here for the usual" "Hi, yeah and could I get a Budweiser and....uh a bag of Doritos" I said with a bullshit smile. She quickly grabbed up what I had wanted. She slid me the cigarettes but didn't let go of them. I gave her a confused yet 'happy' look. "I thought you were quitting missy," she said seriously. "Yep, I did too" I let off an uncomfortable laugh and she let go and put the beer and chips next to the cigarettes. I paid and sped out of the store with the bag. 

Are you kidding me? Get verbally abused by your mom one too many times and decide to relapse and drink away your sorrow. Aren't I just a fucking joke? I picked up my pace and walked faster to the bridge I usually fuck around at because I could feel my emotions starting to boil over. I stopped just before the path to under the bridge and just looked over the edge. Glaring at the life-threatening drop. I peered completely over the edge. Thinking. I mentally slapped myself out of it and walked down the path. 

"What the fuck" My thoughts slipped through my teeth. There was some blonde-haired boy wearing a black band tee and a pair of filthy jeans and I think converse? They were kinda ruined not sure. And I'd assume sleeping I guess? He was pretty damn skinny too. Well, he must have heard me because he groaned and saw me and jumped like a bat outta hell. "oh shit, sorry hi" I said as I backed up lightly laughing about to get the fuck out of there. 

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