Easy Friend ~Kurt Cobain

Pt. 1

Year: 1988
Kurt's age: 21
Y/n's age: 21

Y/n POV:
I laid on the hard wood floor of Kurt's room, inhaling from the joint between my fingers. "You remember the first time I met you?" I calmly asked Kurt while passing the joint to him. "Yea, I'm lucky we met." He said. "Why? Because without me you wouldn't have a rhythm guitarist?" I laughed slightly "No because your my best friend and I love you... And I guess the guitar thing too." I knew when he said "I love you" he meant it in a platonic way. Kurt and I were always like that. We got along well from the first time we met. Krist and I were like brother and sister. But Kurt and I were a little more than that. I always felt something for him, but I tried to push it away.

4 years ago:

I was walking down the street approaching a bridge. I felt so fucking done with life. My mom is terrible. I don't know how anyone could treat their own child like this. Half the time she's not even home, and when she is she's always drunk or high on something. But it was worse this time. She always says she's not using anymore but I know when she does. Suddenly I hear a radio blasting Rise Above by Black Flag from underneath the bridge. I walked down underneath and saw a boy with greasy, dirty blonde hair jumping up and down, playing an imaginary guitar. He looked pretty thin and his eyes were closed so he couldn't see me. I smiled, he looked kinda cute. It was funny watching him. The song soon ended and he opened his eyes and saw me. The first thing I noticed was how beautiful his eyes were, But He looked mortified. "Um hi. Uh how long were you standing there?" He mumbled in a deep, unique voice with wide eyes. "Not long." I chuckled and smiled at him. "Sooo why are you under here?" I asked curiously walking closer to him. "Shitty parents."he said plainly. "Why are you under here?" He asked. "I heard the music. Good song by the way, and kinda same reason as you. Well, shitty mom" He kinda shrugged and moved his hand to his pocket. "You smoke?" He asked pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering me one. Without saying anything I took it and he lit it for me. "So whats your name?" I asked while taking a drag. "Kurt. You?"
"Y/n, Pretty name by the way." He laughed and said thanks. After a few seconds of silence I noticed he was looking at me. It seemed as if he was trying to read me, or like figure out what I was thinking about. "I have a feeling we are going to be friends." He said out of the blue.

1 week later:
"Okay where are you taking me?" I asked Kurt. Over the past week we had become pretty close. We hung out every day and night. "To meet my friend." He said and smiled at me. We approached a small house and Kurt knocked on the door. A tall, skinny figure approached the door and opened it. "Hey man what's up." The boy said looking at kurt. "Hey, so I wanted to introduce you to someone, Krist this is
y/n. Y/n this is Krist." He said. " Hey" I said waving looking up at the boy. He had Dark brown hair and was really, really fucking tall. "Hi, nice to meet you." He smiled. "Come In" he said ushering is in.

( back to 1988)
"Are you staying the night?" Kurt asked. "Yea i think so, it's kinda late for me to go back to my moms anyways and I'd rather be here, she won't notice I'm gone. She's probably shit faced, passed out on the fucking floor again." I think Kurt could tell I was angry because he rubbed my arm, trying to comfort me. I had already brought pajamas because I figured I would be staying here anyways before I came over. I went to the bathroom to change and came back out, feeling tired and relaxed from smoking. We got into his small bed and I drifted to sleep quickly, feeling Kurt's warm body next to me.