School (Kurt Cobain Fan Fiction)

Piano

We stare at eachother for a second as he stands awkwardly at the doorway.
He walks towards me and says "Jesus Christ your really good!" . He smiles at me.
"Thanks. Sorry I left the concert early did you enjoy it? You sounded great" . I raise my eyebrows and scratch my neck, embarrassed he had just heard me play..
"Yeah why'd ya leave? It was alright the sound was kinda crap though." he answers and sits beside me.
I look awkwardly at the piano before saying " I just, it was too stuffy, sorry. Were you nervous before you went on?" I ask curiously to see if what krist said to me earlier was true.
"Yeah I actually got sick before we played.. and these stomach problems aren't getting any better.."
"Oh. Ar-"
He quickly changes the subject and interrupts me. He wasn't the type to interrupt but maybe he just didn't hear me?
"Krist and Chad are gone to Shelleys, they left straight after the concert."
"Oh. Are you hungry?" I ask.
He nods and we walk to the kitchen.
I make him a grilled cheese sandwich and we sit down to watch tv.
The whole time I make the food he watches me. Sometimes he would talk to me but I couldn't help but feel awkward.
I start to feel very nervous as I sit on the edge of the couch and lean on the arm. He sits right next to me gives me a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the sandwich. Your so caring " he smiles.
I smile back awkwardly "Your very welcome"
Now I know it sounds like I'm playing 'hard to get' but the truth is, I feel nervous around him and I'm too shy to talk. I'm glad he has more confidence than me otherwise we wouldn't even know eachother. And that's why I don't have much friends, I don't talk enough but I think too much I guess. Which sounds stupid.
Kurt finishes his sandwich and plops his plate on the table. We're watching 'Over the edge' but I'm not really watching it. I tend to do that a lot, just daydream.
I look over at Kurt who seems to be intrigued by the movie that, to be honest, I wasn't enjoying. I see a big crumb on his hair and decide to pull it off. "Your so beautiful" I whisper by accident. Oh shit. I always mess things up when I'm nervous.
He looks over at me and smiles.
"Did I say that out loud?" I ask.
"Haha yes" he laughs. Our faces are so close.
He leans in, puts his hands on my cheeks and kisses my lips smoothly. He pulls away. "Your the most beautiful girl I've ever met" he grins. He can be so cheesily-romantic at times.
I look at him shocked. I don't know what to do. "Thanks" I say, and give him a tight hug while putting my head on his shoulder.

Ok so that was a short chapter sorry and I'm also really sorry about the lack of updates. School is tiring, as you know, and when I tried to study today, I fell asleep. I'm like an old man. Anyway I'm not too sure what to do for the rest of the story but some advice/requests would help a lot. It's also nice to know that I'm not the only one who has an extreme admiration and love for a dead guy.
So I will update soon and I'm on summer holidays on the 17th of June, so I'm planning on writing a lot more during that time since I have a boring life and don't do much (which is my own fault) Can you relate to what I'm saying here? Also you know what annoys me? People who walk around in 5SOS and nirvana tops, thinkin they're all 'grunge' . You know?
Bye.