School (Kurt Cobain Fan Fiction)

The Concert (Part 1)

I wake up with a smile. Just thinking about seeing Kurt today fills me with happiness.
The dimple in his chin and the dimples on his cheeks, his long dirty blonde hair and his hypnotizing, blue eyes.
I jump out of bed, throw on my navy, high-waisted jeans and a black shirt. Not exactly a dressy-uppy outfit but that just wasn't my thing. I then put on piles of mascara and eyeliner, and end up looking like a panda. That's what I was going for.
When I walk into the hall I find my black cat, Peg, and decide to pick it up.
I look in the mirror and realise I look like a robber/panda kidnapping a cat. Oh well.
When I walk downstairs, with the cat still in my arms, I notice Kurt, Krist and Chad are all downstairs getting their equipment ready.
What the hell, it's 12 o clock? My heart jumps in my mouth when I hear Kurt.
"Hey Rebecca!" he says waving at me as I walk downstairs.
"Oh Hi. Are you guys rehearsing or what?" I ask.
"Yeah. You can listen if you want." Chad says.
"Umm" Kurt mumbles and starts to look nervous.
"Oh it's okay I was just going to the shop." I lie. He looks relieved. I would feel the same if I were him.
"What're you getting?" Krist asks.
"Food" I answer and put the cat on the floor. I then put on my backpack, walk out of the house and down the depressing streets of Aberdeen. I buy myself some chocolate milk and Chewing gum. Weird combination.
I decide to go under the Aberdeen bridge because I knew they wouldn't be finished rehearsals yet.
I take out my sketch pad and work on my eye drawing. It's so cold here. Lonely and Peaceful. I enjoy my moment of solitude for about half an hour until I see Kurt at the corner of my eye.
He sits beside me.
"How was rehearsals?" I ask smiling, feeling a little nervous. Something that's only been happening recently.
"Good. Sorry I didn't let you stay around during it. I just.. didn't want.. you know." he mumbles.
"You mumble a lot. And don't worry I understand." I reassure him.
"Do I? Oh. What're you drawing by the way. " he asks gesturing to my sketch pad that I subconsciously closed as soon as he arrived.
"Oh an eye" I say feeling irrelevantly embarrassed.
"Can I see?", He asks.
I open it up hesitantly.
His face says it all. He looks surprisingly impressed.
"Holy shit! I never knew you were that good at drawing. Well I knew you liked art but jeez I would buy this! " he says. I blush.
"Thanks.." I say and quickly throw the sketch pad in my backpack.
"So what about that concert? Is Shelley going?" I ask.
"Am no she can't. "
"Oh", I say disappointed. At least if I went with her I wouldn't feel as anxious.
"Are you still going?" he asks.
"Amm.. Yeah sure why not."
"We should get going" I say and stand. I help him up and we walk home.