Dave's POV
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August, 1991
Kurt, Krist, and I were in our apartment that was next to the studio, Krist was on the floor, asleep. Kurt and I were sitting in the couch listening to the songs we've recorded so far. Kurt leaned back, putting an unlit cigarette between his lips, "Hmm." He hummed. I looked over at him "Something wrong?" He shrugged "No, I'm just thinking." I paused the music, looking back at him "About what?" He sighed, "I'm just wondering if this album is gonna be good. I don't really care about what everyone else thinks, but I'm wondering if I'll end up being happy with it." I nodded.
Kurt sat up, looking down at the floor, "I'm happy with what we've written so far, I think this album's gonna be good. I'm sure Krist feels the same." I smiled, wrapping my arm around his shoulders, he smiled slightly. I've never really bothered to think about it, but looking at him now, Kurt is kind of cute. I shook my head, looking at the floor, what am I thinking? Kurt's my bandmate, I shouldn't be having these feelings for him.
Kurt continued the song, humming along quietly "Hm, I should've wrote something else instead of this." He was talking about lyrics. I didn't reply, I was lost in thought. I was brought back down to Earth by Kurt waving his hand in front of my face, "Dave?" I blinked, looking at him "Huh? Sorry, I'm just thinking." Kurt smiled, laying back, "About what?" I shrugged. It was silent for a few moments, a kind of uncomfortable silence, "Uh, I guess I've just been thinking about the album, like you." Kurt nodded. I looked at him, watching him walk around grabbing things like notebooks and pencils.
"It's not nice to stare, y'know." Krist teased. I jumped, looking down at him "Since when were you awake?" He smiled, "A few minutes, but I might just go back to sleep." Kurt was in the other room at this point, I heard his guitar. I smiled, resting my chin on my hand. Krist sat up, "What's on your mind, Dave? There's clearly something else other than the album." I shook my head, "It's nothing." Krist looked at me, raising an eyebrow. I raised my hands, "Okay, fine, it's something. But I don't wanna tell you here, he might hear."
We left a note for Kurt, and went outside.
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This story has been moving very slowly, I'm sorry.
-me
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