Anna POV:
June 26th 1987
"I don't understand why you have to go to the college if you've already seen it." Kurt said, laying across my couch, with his head in my lap as I watched some stupid program on the TV.
I sighed and thought about throwing the remote at his head. "Because. They have open house and I've gotta start getting my things up to Seattle." I explained as he awkwardly held a notebook above his face and wrote lyrics down.
"Whatever. I just think that's a waste of our time." He said and I laughed at him.
"Yeah, uh huh. And who said you were going with me?" I asked and he moved his blue eyes from looking at the notebook to my face.
"I thought it was implied that I'd go with you, guess not." He said moodily and looked back at the paper.
"Jesus. You literally still can't sense my sarcasm ever." I said laughing as he scribbled lyrics furiously on the paper.
"Well. Some of us don't have talents." He mumbled and I rolled my eyes at him and looked at him like he was crazy.
"Excuse me. Don't go fishing for compliments because you're a great musician and think you're half ass. So I will say this once, you're an amazing musician and stop degrading yourself." I scolded him and he sighed loudly and rolled his eyes before putting the notebook on top of his face and groaning.
"We've got a show tonight, you're coming right?" He asked through the notebook.
"I don't know. Is it implied that I go with you?" I asked and he laughs.
"I guess so. Maybe we're like magnets and can't get unstuck from each other." He explained and I picked up the notebook and looked at him funnily before looking at the messy chicken scratch that was on the paper.
"Honestly, how do you read this?" I asked and he shrugged.
"Another talent of mine." He laughed and I rolled my eyes at him and brought the notebook down to his arm and hit it before reading the lyrics.
"For someone who just said they didn't have talent, seems to boast about it now." I mumbled and he chuckled lightly under his breath.
••• 'She should have stayed away from friends...
She should have had more time to spend...
She should have died when she was born...
She should have worn the crown of thorns...
She should have...been a son
She should have...been a son' •••
Were the lyrics that were on the page. I couldn't really figure out the cryptic meaning of the lyrics because Kurt liked to make his songs richer with deep meaning but my brain capacity today was just not reaching "Kurt lyrics" level.
"Ok this is gonna sound really dumb..." I said, looking at the paper and seeing him stare at me.
He looked at me like approval to continue and I looked back at the paper and carefully watched what I said. "So, uh, if we have a kid one day, and it's a girl, you think it should be a boy? Or is this cryptic?" I asked and he looked at me strangely.
Maybe I shouldn't have implied something about having children one day.
"No. My dad, the arrogant ass hole he is, wanted a son when Kim was born." He explained and then my "Kurt lyrics" vault in my brain opened.
I remembered exactly what he was talking about now. I just didn't piece it together with this song.
"So." I said and he looked at me awkwardly.
"So?" He asked and I put one of my hands in his hair and handed him the notebook back.
"Sing it for me." I said and he smiled and looked up at the paper.
