No More Secrets

25

The car drive was much quieter. It was pouring harshly on the window panes. Rain droplets trickling down the cars windows.

Krist was holding his tears back. He couldn't believe this. It felt like knives are stabbing his heart. He felt embarrassed.

He couldn't believe his feelings came rushing out like that. He gripped the steering wheel. Biting the skin on the inside of his cheek with anxiety.

It bled a little. Krist tasted it. Feeling the metallic taste on his taste buds. Kurt has relaxed.

His patchy baggy jeaned pants tucked up. Hugging his knees as he looked out the window.

Observing the black sky and the little stars with the moon in the sky. The window slightly rolled down, his hair calmly blowing in the wind.

It felt nice, the air. Since Cobain is still sweating from the performance. Krist glanced at Kurt.

Before looking away, his hands gripping the wheel. Kurt noticed the oddness of silence.

He turned his head. "Are you okay?" He asked to Krist. Krist clenched his jaw. He did not reply.

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. "Kris..?" He said, accidentally pronouncing Krist's name incorrectly. 

Krist rolled his hazel eyes. Focusing on the drive. They reached to a stoplight. The car halted.

"Hello..?" Kurt trailed off, clicking his his fingers a bit. Krist suddenly snapped, he didn't mean too, but he did. "Shut it!"

Kurt extracted his hand back quickly. He folded his hands together and sets them on his tucked up knees.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Turning his head to look back out the window. Krist and Kurt felt pain rise in their chests.

Krist sighed, the light turned green. He began to drive again. "Uhm." He cleared his throat. "Let's go on a little drive, before we head home."

Kurt liked the idea of this. His blue gaze looked over. He nodded. "Sure." He agreed.

The bassist bit his lip as he makes a turn. Leaving the directions of the way home and rather to where a creek forestry is nearby.

Kurt tucked his legs down. He sighed. Leaning his body further into the car's passenger seat.

"Is there pack of cigarettes in here?" He asked. Krist nodded. The tension was slowly wearing down. "Yeah, glovebox."

Kurt opened the glovebox. Taking out the half empty pack and a lighter. He shuts it.

Lighting himself a cigarette, he held the box to Krist. "Want one?" He asked. Krist denied. "No."

Kurt hummed and shrugged his shoulders. Taking a puff of his own lightened one as he puts the pack of cigarettes back into the glovebox.

"Okay." He croaked out in reply. Patting the lighter on his leg as he exhaled smoke out the cars window.

The car drive went silent once again.