idea from njghtwalker
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of course, 1987 and a new band had bloomed from the underground punk scene. nirvana, its a uniqe name but one of many, so whenever i heard it my head had whipped around. "well thats an odd name." i had said, sitting at the empty, creaky kitchen table eating my cerial. "well there playing tonight! and there already getting popular, can we just see them once! before they get famous!" my friend beverley said, practically pacing around the room. "fine, but if we get caught sneaking out them im dead, and so are you." I finished my food and threw the dishes in the sink. "good! its at twelve thirty! be ready by twelve and ill be by your bedroom window." she said then left to go back to her house, the night before was reckless, we had already snuck out lastnight and the night before. our sleepovers used to be barbies and our mothers makeup but now its beer and drugs, when did we get so- like this? i went up to my room and collapsed on my bed. i rest my head on my pillow and squint my eyes open, i made eye contact with my reflection from the mirror on my closet door, wide open, and candle wax everywhere from our little 'bloody marry' seance. "UGH!" i groaned and got up, picking out an outfit for tonight, and i know for SURE if i didnt make an effort with my outfit bev would be pissed. so i did what i had to do. i got up and picked out the best outfit i could make with a hangover. a black and dark green striped zip up hoodie, baggie light blue jeans, and an 'i make my mom sad with my desisions' shirt. that seems like i put some effort in it- im guessing. i looked at the time, me and bev wre up late and woke up at 3pm and now its 3:30. we were suppose to be on the bus. maybe i can play it off as if my bus came before my parents did, or be ready to get it shit deep trouble. im to tired to worry so i set my alarm clock to go off at 11:50 and jumped on my bed, accepted bliss and comfort. before i could breathe out i opened my eyes and looked at the clock as it was screaming. 11:50 as promised, by the time i was done putting my shoes on there was a knock on the window, i creaked it opened and hopped out. "hey." i said, groggily. "Hey! ready to loose your virginity." she said. "no? im not a slut like you." i smirked and we walked down the road. "so we have to commit a crime." she said. "what?" i furrowed my brows. "its in a bar and were underage! we have to go behinf the building and sneak through the bathroom window but dave said he would help us in." she said. "dave?" i said. "oh! dave! yeah hes in the band, me and him hooked up like a few weeks ago." she said. "thats why your going to the concert? not to be there before their famous to be there because your a groupie?" i said. "yeah well i couldnt go alone and ashley, karter, katy, and mckinnie said they wouldnt come." she said. "so im the fifth option?" i said. "no! you were already going to say no so i asked the other girls and-" i cut her off. "its fine i believe you." although i didnt. once we got there i jumped through the window after bev and dave had caught me, holding my waist. "careful!" he said. he let me go and looked at the time. "12:22, ive gotta get on that stage." he said then kissed beverly on the lips and ran out the bathroom. "isnt he just..." she paused. "whatever, lets split up so you can go ahead and hook up with him." she said. "whatever." she laughed and led out of the room, i led out just enough to get out of the bathroom and find myself a drink. i heard a guitar amp ringing and looked over to see three boys, one drummer, one bassist, and one guitarist. "we are nirvana!" wow, the drums immediently started to be beaten to the point of abuse, the guitar string sound like there being ripped and the bass is just keeping the beat. this, this is punk. the songs ended, they went off stage and bev ran up to me. "what are you doing come on!" she grabbed my wrist and basically dragged me backstage. "hey boys! this is y/n." bev had said, bringing me to the three boys who had destroyed their insruments just seconds before. the blonde one looked me up and down, possibly judging, and his tall friend nudged him in the arm. "first pair of groupies." he had laughed. "excuse me? im not a whore, and trust me if i was i wouldnt trust whatever you got inside your pants." i walked up to him and stared him in the eye. he towered over me, i kind of regreted what i had said since the size comparason was intimidating. "wow, we've got a biter." he threw his hand up. "krist." he said. i looked at his hand and back at him. "no idea where thats been." i said backing up. "im dave, sorry krist isnt all there." dave said and kurt looked over. "im kurt." he said then smiled. i waved, the only guy that i didnt think sucked so far. "so how old are you guys?" krist asked. "both 18." bev said. "so your not aloud in here?" kurt said. "not legally, so dave helped us sneak through the window in the boys bathroom." i said. kurt smirked. "well your trouble." he said. i kept my eyes on him, i blushed a little bit and smiled. i looked over and saw krist, no dave, no bev, they had already snuck off. krist looked at kurt with his eyebrows high. "well i gotta use the bathroom, dont wait up." krist said winking at kurt, kurt furrowed his brows and bit his lip a bit. "so, you play guitar?" i asked. "and sing." he said scratching the back of his head. "i learned some guitar, but I play alot of bass instead." i said. he smiled. "what got you into that?" he asked. "my grampa used to play it, i got my first base at a pawn shop and it was in pretty good condition." i said. "i got my first guitar from my grampa." he said. "your grampa must be a cool guy." i said smirking. "lets get a drink, ditch bigfoot for a bit." he said and i nodded my head, he put his hand on my waist and dragged me too a mini fridge with stickers, stains, and marker on it. he grabbed me a beer and i took a sharp swigg. "id love to hear you play some time." he said. "well maybe we could jam." i offered. "well- dont let krist find out." he chuckled. "heres my number, im never busy so call when you want." i said and handed him a napkin i had drew on. he looked down at it and tore a peice off, writing on it. "heres mine." he said, handing it to me. it had a phone numer and a little doodle, at the top it said kurt cobain. i threw a smile at him once again. "oh and- krist didnt mean it like that. hes just trying to make us laugh." he said. "its fine, ive been through worse." i chuckled. dave and bev came back, dave had his hand around her waist. "hey lets get home before our parent find out were gone." she said. "alright." i said, i put the napkin in my pocket and waved at kurt as we left, he smiled and waved back. "so kurt huh?" she said. "shut up..." i chuckled.
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