Anna POV:
•Many months later: June 1987•
A lot has happened throughout the year.
I actually graduated from Aberdeen High. And that made one out of the "four" of us.
Kurt, Krist and Chad dropped out early and started doing shows around Washington.
They made a demo album called fecal matter that was basically Kurt singing with add ins with Krist and Chad. They made some decent songs and it was enough for the public to want them to play at shows.
It didn't take long for them to become known in Aberdeen but they were awfully criticized for never paying attention in class, skipping and being all around bad students.
This shocked me though because they were like that before they started playing together. Only they weren't popular and didn't have much recognition in school.
The rest of senior year was boring without them, my friends were gone and I seemingly had no one to talk to on a daily basis. Kurt called often only because he kind of confessed how he felt about me.
Telling me that all the times he has told me he loved me, was more than how I interpreted it.
He loved me like a lover. Plain and simple. And I guess he had had enough stressing out about the suffering about not knowing if I felt the same way.
I did.
That's why I take his calls and listen to him blabber on and on about that at and how their music was going. How their lives were without school and without me. Not that it was a bad thing.
It had been about 4 months since I had seen all three of them last. Washington was a relatively large state but not many big places, and I'm sad to admit this, want Nirvana.
They don't give them a chance to showcase their talent and since they're so young, they are turned off by the numbers.
Being the only one who had a high school diploma with intentions of going to Seattle University, was challenging given my friends were dropouts but it gave me hope.
I wanted to be more than a dropout and I guess that was just because I didn't really have what it took to drop out and support myself without finishing high school. Kurt, Krist and Chad did and that was something that I envied.
Kurt was coming home today and that made me very happy. I missed him a lot and wanted to see him.
My parents made the grand decision of kicking Kurt out of the house and making him move in with Krist because they found out that we started going out.
The figure we would eventually have sex and they don't want it to be any time soon, let alone in their basement.
I agreed with them. I wouldn't want my teenage daughter sleeping with her guy best friend who was her boyfriend now, who lived with them because his parents were ass holes.
Back to the point, it was June 17th, four days after my birthday in the year of 1988. I was exactly 18. Finally. I felt like I would never reach adulthood.
You know the first thing I did was, get a tattoo. Typical I know. But I wanted one badly and my parents were too blindsided to open their freaking parental controls and let me get one.
The happy thing about the last four months was that I got about 138 calls from Kurt. I documented them just in case and for stupid reasons.
I wrote the date and time.
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••December 23rd, 1987 4:26 PM
Kurt: It's two days before Christmas.
Anna: I know. And I wish you were here to celebrate with the family!
Kurt: I'm sorry. I do too but we've got a lot more shows to do.
Anna: it's Christmas, Kurt.
Kurt: stop guilting me.
Anna: stop making me.
Kurt: whatever, anyways, I'll be there in spirit.
Anna: ugh can I hang up now?••
