Make Me Smile || Kurt Cobain

Chapter 18 - Radio Friendly Unit Shifter

Ashlyn

The last few days were quite amazing but it all had to come to an end as we had to leave LA for Arizona. I was definitely gonna miss my brother and his band mates but I knew I'd still see them again.

I sat down on the couch in our makeshift living room writing some song lyrics. I had something in my head but it didn't just click.

"You've been awfully quiet and focused" Kurt said making me jump a bit. "Scaredy pants."

"Sorry. I've just been into what I've been doing too much. What's up?" I asked lazily. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"What have you been scribbling since? Writing a song?" He asked. I nodded.

"Why yes actually. But I dunno, something isn't just clicking." I complained with frustration.

"Can I take a look?" He asked. I nodded in agreement and passed the notebook over to him.

"Love you for what I am not, did not want what I have got... hate your enemies, save your friends... Not bad" Kurt said. "This is a good start. What's the problem?"

"I dunno, I feel like I'm just scribbling random words. I've got no melody, title or even lyrics structure" I said with a sigh.

"Hmm, maybe I'll try to work on it." Kurt said. "The lyrics sound cool enough." I shrugged.

"Yeah I guess" I said as I continued scribbling. "I miss my brother Kurt"

"And there it is. That's why you've been scribbling aimlessly and quietly." Kurt assessed. "And hey, your brother might be an asshole but he's definitely a good brother to you and you love him. We'll find a way for you guys to meet as often as possible okay" Kurt offered. My eyes teared up a bit.

"Awwn Kurt. That'll actually mean so much. You're a really nice guy you know that" I told him genuinely. He smiled and entwined his hands with mine. We stared into each other's eyes for a while and didn't say much but somehow a force slowly pulled us together and our lips met.

For like half a second.

"Can I get a hand over here?" Krist's voice came from outside the tour bus. This snapped us out of our dazed states as we went over to open the door for him. It was his turn to buy food.

"Sorry Krist" I apologized. He shrugged.

"I love carrying heavy food, it's what I do." He said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. That made me giggle. Krist was such a clown. "But of course, I can never hold it against you. I blame Dave even"

"What the fuck did I do?" A sleepy Dave asked, appearing suddenly from the bed area. I giggled as Krist glared at Dave and Kurt chuckled.

"How about we eat?" Kurt suggested as he glanced over at me for a millisecond. Nonetheless I smiled.

Other than our little moment, it was nice to hear Kurt Cobain talk about food, eating and the prospect of eating food.

And it was good to see us eating food. I smiled subconsciously until his eyes met mine and snapped me out of it. I looked back and we held eye contact for a while before looking away.

"Where are we performing next?" Dave asked.

"We've got two shows here, one in Boston then we've got Reading for two weeks."

"Yay, I'm so excited" Kurt said sarcastically. I smiled at him.

"Well I'm thrilled. I'm never left the US." I said with genuine excitement. "And you should be thrilled as well. You're living the dream" I teased. He gave a sarcastic smile.