~Weeks later~
~Dave's POV~
After weeks of awful shows, we finally went back home. We grabbed some food, went to the hotel, and passed out.
After a few hours I woke up and reached across the bed, feeling around for Kurt. But he wasn't there. I sat up and looked around the room, it was really early in the morning. I heard quiet singing and went out to the balcony, Kurt was sitting on a chair.
He was playing his guitar, singing quietly. I sat down by him, resting my head on his shoulder, "Mm..Mornin.." I yawned, he kissed my head "Morning Dave, why're you up so early?" I rubbed my eyes "I should be the one asking that" he chuckled quietly. I held his hand, watching the sun rise "Those last few shows were awful.." he nodded "Throwing stuff at the crowd was fun" he played with my hair, I smiled.
"I have a bunch of bruises all over, people kept aiming at me" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. He held me close, rubbing my back "Go back to sleep" I fell asleep after a few minutes.
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~Rowan's POV~
I was finally home. I had to hitchhike a couple times and I nearly got stabbed at some point, but at least I'm home. But now that Rylan and the others are back too, what am I gonna do? I don't wanna see them. I'm not ashamed of myself for what I said, I just don't wanna see Rylan. I hate him.
I sat down at my drum set and started playing as aggressively as possibly, letting my anger out. When I eventually finished I glanced over at the corner, Rylan's guitar was sitting there. I'm assuming he has his other two guitars with him.
I grabbed his guitar and walked out of the house, going to the hotel. I thought they'd have an actual place by now, but I guess not. I set the guitar right by their room door and knocked, running away as soon as I heard footsteps coming towards the door.
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~Krist's POV~
I opened the door and peeked out, looking around for the person who knocked. Strange, there was no one. I saw a guitar leaning against the wall, I grabbed it and brought it in the room. I looked at it, it was Rylan's guitar.
I looked over at Rylan, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He was staring off into space, I went over to him and sat across from him. He looked at me "Hmm?" I showed him the guitar "Oh hey that's my guitar!" "Yeah it was leaning against the wall by the door" he was silent for a moment "I left this at Rowan's, how'd it get here..?" I shrugged "Maybe he dropped it off here" he nodded "Probably"
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FanfictionRylan is a 18 year old senior in high school, he's in a band with his friend Rowan. During the summer they go to Nirvana concert and their lives are changed forever, they find out stuff about themselves, each other, and their idols In this story, Ku...
