School (Kurt Cobain Fan Fiction)

Mom

I lay on my bed all Saturday thinking,  not just about Kurt, but about my Mom. She's still in Rehab and isn't doing too well.  I have a love/hate relationship with her.
I knew that when she drank alcohol she was unaware of the effect it had on me. The drinking became so bad I started contemplating suicide and wallowed in self pity. When I finally told Krist about it, she was brought straight to rehab and that was it.
I couldn't bare to look at her as selfish as it sounds. I'm now taking Prozac but it only helps for a while. Kurt's right. They're all a bunch of pill pushers.
I'm so glad and grateful to have such great friends and Kurt actually makes me feel true happiness. If it weren't for him I'd be crying right now.
I end up staying inside for the rest of the weekend,  listening to music til about 3 in the morning. When Sunday finally comes I feel a little sick just thinking about school. I've always had mild social anxiety and it's one of the worst things in the world. If a stranger speaks to me in public I can't speak back. I try but no words come out and my face turns blank. The strange thing is this didn't happen with Kurt and I can't figure out why. Just thinking about him makes me smile. If I ever feel upset, all I have to do is think of him. He is what gets me out of bed in the morning, even though I hardly know him at all.

It's now Monday morning, 7:30 am. 
The most horrible words in the world. Can I just skip ahead to Friday evening 6:00 pm. Please?
I jump up out of bed, throw on the same old jeans and make a little effort today.
When I run downstairs,  Krist immediately stares at me and gives me a smirk.
"What." , I say . I wasn't up for humour this morning.
"Someone looks nice" , he says.
I just roll my eyes and don't bother eat breakfast.  It's now 7:45 so I decide to take a nap. I wake up in, what feels like 5 seconds, but is actually 30 minutes. 
"Time for school!", Krist shouts right in my ear. Damn he can be annoying sometimes.
One good thing about Monday is that I've got double art in the morning and I sit beside Kurt,  which can be awkward since his work looks like Vincent Van Gogh compared to my drawings.
I sit down quietly and do some work on my prep drawings, almost hiding myself from the class. I suddenly feel Kurt sitting beside me and I turn my head. "Hi! You're being a social extrovert aren't you(?)" , he says looking like he's in a hyper mood.
"Yeah that's me." I answer,  in absolutely no mood to talk.
"How was you're weekend?" he asks,  clearly not realising I didn't want to talk.
"Amazing (!) I went to the mall with my friend Stacey and then we got our nails done and went clubbing(!)" , I say so sarcastically with a hint of irritation in my voice.
"That's my social butterfly!" he says rubbing my hair til I start to look like the grudge. I was quite surprised that Kurt was such a morning person.
"Did you actually do anything this weekend?" he asks.
"Yeah, no.  I just listened to music all night what about you?"
"I did the same.  You shoulda called over! " he says.
"Yeah maybe next weekend. " I say and continue drawing.
Only now do I realise how irritable I am.  Just because I have problems at home,  doesn't mean he should have to put up with me..  I don't even know why he talks to me.
"Ahh,  Rebecca?", he asks putting his hand on my shoulder. I suddenly jump in shock.  "Woah what?" I ask.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to come to a concert with me? " he says laughing.
"Oh.  Am,  who's playing?".
"I actually have a band so we're playing." he says.
"I'd love to go,  when's it on?".
"This Friday.  Me, Krist and Chad are in the band and I think Shelleys coming."
"Cool." I say and smile.  I probably look so tired and ugly right now.
The art teacher finally arrives and school isn't as bad as I thought.  P.E is last class so me and Kurt don't bother going.  We walk around Aberdeen and we talk about music.  He began playing the guitar properly at 15 and has always had a passion for music. He wants to be famous and is planning on quitting school altogether. Personally I would hate to be famous but I don't bother tell him.
We finally arrive at my house and stop walking. "You''re really quiet  today,  is something wrong?" he asks suddenly.
"Oh, no. I'm sorry I'm just.. Ah It's nothing." I say hoping he won't ask anything else and shake my head
"You can tell me,  don't worry." he says walking closer to me and placing his hands on my face,  staring into my eyes.
"Its just my mom is in Rehab and I miss her but I'm annoyed at her too." I say awkwardly,  looking down at the wall beside me.
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here", he says,  with his hands still on my face as he brushes his thumbs on my cheeks. I feel my eyes welling up and I quickly look down. "Am I better go. " I say but before I can move he hugs me tightly.  It's so nice to be against his warm body. We hug for a while. He kisses me with his soft lips and I pull away.
"Sorry I just have to go. " I say with a tear forming. I give him one last kiss and walk in the door.
I didn't mean to be so fucking dramatic but I run to my room and wipe my tears. I suddenly hear footsteps coming up the stairs..