~Kurt's POV~
We finally got Rylan to sleep, it took about an hour to convince him but we did get him to sleep. Thank God. Krist, Dave, and I went to our room and sat on our bed. We just sat there and comforted each other "I'm gonna go sit with him, just incase something happens" I said, standing up. I went to Rylan's room and say by his bed, he was asleep.
Then I got an idea.
I ran back to Krist and Dave "I have an idea!" They looked at me "We gotta tour again, drive around and do a shit ton of shows! It's about time we all get out of this town for a bit and leave all the sad shit behind." I smiled, they smiled "When?" Dave asked. I grabbed a notebook and started writing random stuff "Soon as possible." Krist hugged me, resting his head on mine "That would be nice" I laughed as he kissed my cheek "Krist!" He smiled at me, Dave huffed. I chuckled and hugged him, kissing his cheek "Didn't forget about you, Davey" he smiled, kissing my forehead. I laid down on the bed yawning "Tired" Krist and Dave laid by me. We all slept.
~Couple weeks later~
We were loading our stuff onto a bus, we convinced Rylan to start touring again. He was laying on his bed not doing anything, I set his very first electric guitar on his chest. He looked at me "You got this." I smiled "No, I don't." He mutter, pushing the guitar towards me "I don't deserve that guitar." Rowan gave him that guitar. I frowned, giving him the guitar "Take it. It's okay." He sat up, playing a couple open notes and sighing. I gave him a notebook and pencil "If you think of anything at all, write it down." He nodded slightly.
We started driving to our first show.
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I'M BACK MOTHERFUCKERS
-me
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The Pretender
FanfictionWHERE DO YALL KEEP COMING FROM I RARELY UPDATE THIS The year is 2001, Rylan is 23 years old. He lives with the members of Nirvana, Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic, and Dave Grohl. Being in an extremely popular band that deals with a relentless touring...
