𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳༉‧₊˚. ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʟʟ

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻.

JANUARY 18th, 1991
OLYMPIA ࿐ྂ

THE SOUND OF NIRVANAS FAST-PACED, DISTORTED SOUND
echoed out from the library and into the halls of Evergreen State College. The place was packed, as the SubPop band had quickly become popular, not nearly everywhere but semi-known across the Pacific Northwest.

Chris stood near the back of the library, in a group of friends and acquaintances, nodding his head along to the beat of the songs, beer in hand. Delia was no longer by his side as she had been throughout the whole night, she'd made her way to the side of the makeshift stage, marveling about the bands new drummer, just as nearly everyone in attendance had been.

A few songs later, as she came back and the show was wrapping up, she was glistening slightly with sweat, but with a huge smile on her face.

She looked disheveled, her hair, now grown out to below her ears, was slightly curled due to the humid room. Her top was wrinkled and her jeans were nearly falling down. But Chris still thought she looked good. Perfect, even.

He insisted to himself to keep his mental promise that he would not engage in anything with Delia. It's not like she wanted to either.

As they walked out to Delia's pickup, she grabbed her jacket Chris had been holding and kissed his cheek with a quiet thank you.

"Wanna get dinner?" He asked, suddenly. "Just the doghouse, or something."

She nodded eagerly as she turned the key in the ignition, the Toyotas engine sputtering to life. "Of course I do." She responded, like it was obvious, which it was.

The 24-hour diner was nearly empty, and they sat in their usual booth, the one in the corner with the windows.

Delia ordered pancakes, and Chris made fun of her. She did the same when he ordered a burger. Too boring, was what she had said.

Sometime while they ate, the topic of relationships had came up.

"I miss Susan."

"She's still around." Chris replied, wanting to laugh that Delia was the one saying she missed his ex.

"Yeah, you know what I mean though. Do you not miss her?"

Chris shrugged, "she's our manager. I still see her, Del. I don't miss her like that, not anymore."

"But you still haven't gotten a rebound."

"I have." He lied. He hadn't hooked up with anyone else for months.

Delia raised her eyebrows. "Sure."

Chris scoffed, "like you have?"

She shrugged. "I don't like hookups that much. Or full on boyfriends. Or girlfriends. You have to be special if I'm gonna fuck you and then leave before the sun rises."

"They're just stupid. It's pointless." Truthfully, Chris didn't fully know how he felt about hookups. He'd been in a relationship the same time most people went through a one-night stand phase.

Delia didn't fully believe him, but that was just the premonition she had about all guys, even if the guy was Chris. They were quiet for what seemed like awhile, though the silence wasn't awkward, it was natural as they ate.