Kurt Cobain Imagines

First Day

God, you hated first days at new schools. This was at least the twelfth time in as many years, honestly more like the fifteenth. There had never been any school, throughout the entire country, that had felt even remotely welcoming. You never felt like you belonged anywhere.
Your family moved around all the time. This last move had been from stifling hot Texas to Washington. At least the cool, dreary weather here suited your mood.
After all these years, you were finally a senior and about to put all of this school business behind you. There were just a few more months to go and you'd be free.
But for now the only thing on your mind was navigating a new high school. It was September, but everyone else had started school two weeks ago. Your family had just finished moving.
The morning had passed by in a stressful blur of finding your way to classes and trying to blend in without getting stared at. You blended in about as well here as you had in Texas—barely at all. Your second-hand clothes were tattered and frayed; jeans ripped and gigantic sweatshirt faded and stained. On your feet were converse high tops that were falling apart. Being poor was the worst.
You did your best to avoid making eye contact with anyone and tried to go unnoticed through your morning of math, history and English class. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, but you stared at the ground and pretended you didn't. Thankfully, no one tried to talk to you. And if they were talking about you, mercifully you hadn't noticed.
But now it was lunch time—a time you dreaded most of all.
As you went by your locker to collect your lunch box, you debated hiding in the bathroom all period. But you feared someone would notice. Wandering through the cafeteria, every table seemed to be taken, and none of them by anyone who seemed friendly.
Luckily, it wasn't raining, and you noticed that some people were going outside to eat. The outdoor tables were much like the indoor ones—all occupied.
You noticed some bleachers off to the side of the football field and decided to wander over behind them, hoping to get a few moments to yourself to collect your thoughts.
Finally, you had found a spot that was vacant. You sat down on the ground, feeling too stressed to even eat your sandwich. You stared at the ground and picked at the grass. You finally felt yourself relax a bit—until you saw someone's shadow.
"Oh!" exclaimed a guy's voice, startled. You glanced up. A slender, kind of gangly-looking guy with long blonde hair was standing by you, but had already taken a few steps back. "Sorry," he muttered.
You looked at him more closely. His clothes were ratty like yours and his hair was kind of stringy, but he had a very handsome face, and piercing blue eyes that met yours when you looked up at him. He was intriguing.
He started to turn to walk away.
"Wait, you can stay here," you said, speaking the most words that you had all day.
"I don't want to bother you," he said quietly.
"No, it's fine," you insisted. He shrugged, taking a seat in the grass a few feet from you and pulling out a notebook and pen.
You found yourself awkwardly staring at him as he doodled, unable to keep your eyes off of him for some inexplicable reason.
"So you're new here," he said, without looking up. "It's (Y/N), right?"
"Yeah," you replied quietly, surprised that he had remembered your name.
"I'm Kurt," he introduced himself. "Don't expect too much from any of the people in this town. It sucks here. That's why I always come back here at lunch. I was surprised to see someone else."
"Eh, I don't feel like kissing anyone's ass to try to fit in," you explained. "I've moved around so many times. It gets old."
"I'm sure," Kurt answered, glancing up from his notebook. His intensely blue eyes seemed more friendly now. He reached into the pocket of his tattered flannel shirt.
"Smoke?" he offered. You hesitated. "Don't worry, I never get caught back here," he added.
"Okay," you answered, taking a cigarette and borrowing his lighter. "Thanks." You didn't smoke a lot, but it would help your nerves. Plus it might be nice to have one acquaintance at this school.
The two of you smoked in silence.
"So, where'd you move from?" Kurt asked.
"Texas," you answered. "The weather is better here," you added.
"The weather is the only good thing about here. Unless you aspire to be a lumberjack redneck. But I don't quite see that career path working for you." Kurt chuckled and you noticed that he had a nice smile. You found yourself smiling back.
"I think I'll pass on that opportunity," you laughed.
"So you aren't eating lunch?" Kurt asked after a moment.
"Nah. I have a ham sandwich, but I don't feel too well today. Nerves." I shrugged. "What about you? You don't eat?"
"I've got stomach problems. My stomach hurts a lot so I don't eat too often. But you should eat. You might feel better."
"I'll share my sandwich with you," you offered. "You should at least try to eat something." Kurt stared at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read.
"Okay," he agreed slowly. "We can share." You pulled out your sandwich. Kurt came to sit closer to you and you handed half to him. You both ate in silence.
"Thanks, (Y/N), for your kindness."
"Oh, you're welcome. It's nothing."
"It's not nothing. Trust me." The two of you smiled at one another and you felt something flutter in your stomach.
Just then, the bell rang.
"Damn, well, time to go back, I guess." Kurt gathered up his notebook and stood. You followed, the two of you walking back towards the building.
"Unfortunately," you sighed, reaching in your pocket for your schedule.
"Well, hey," said Kurt before you parted ways. "Come and eat lunch with me again tomorrow, alright? I promise I won't take all of your food again." Once again that cute grin spread across his face.
"Okay, sure. Sounds good."
"See you tomorrow."
The rest of the day went considerably better than the first half. You kept smiling, thinking of your new friend, Kurt. You couldn't wait to get to know him better, and you suddenly didn't feel so alone in this new place.