Kurt Cobain Is Alive?!

Chapter Two

"My daughter, Frances, she moved out about a year ago. I've always wanted more kids, but Courtney is completely against it. She didn't even want me to adopt a kid, but whatever. We're probably going to just get a divorce anyways." Kurt explains.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I say softly.

He smiles and says, "Don't worry about it. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself."

I bite my lip and say, "Well, my full name is Elizabeth Marie Johnson, and I'm fifteen. I like to draw and listen to music. I mostly listen to stuff like Alice In Chains and Alice Cooper. I honestly don't have a very interesting life."

"Sounds pretty interesting to me. I like music and art too. And you have a really pretty name." he says.

"Thanks. If you don't mind my being so blunt, I thought you died." I say.

He chuckles and says, "Yeah, most people do. It was all staged though. My bandmates, family and the police were all in on it. It was just an easy way to get out of the spotlight. I knew there was no way I'd ever get off the drugs as long as I was in a band. And I wasn't happy making music anymore. So... I died."

"Oh." I say, looking down at my hands folded in my lap.

"Do you have any friends?" he asks.

"I have a few. Sonya and Jason, they're both at the orphanage. Actually, I'm not so sure what Jason is." I shrug.

"Why is that?" he asks.

"Well, I though we were friends, but I've liked him for a really long time. And then he just... Kissed me. And now I don't really know what we are." I explain.

Kurt lets out a humorless laugh and says, "Ah, that awkward phase between dating and friends. I've been there a few times myself. Don't worry about it; everything will work itself out." He pulls into a driveway and parks the car in front of a two story white house. Pretty average. "Here it is. Home sweet home. I'll show you to your room so you can get unpacked before dinner." he says. I get my bag from the back of the car and follow Kurt inside.

"Wow." I say. The house is magnificent. The floors are polished hardwood, and there's a spiral staircase beneath a crystal chandelier. I hear myself let out a small sigh of content as I take everything in. The smell of fresh baked cookies wafts through the air.

"Frances must be here. She's the only one that ever bakes. Sorry if the house is too extravagent; Courtney designed the whole thing. Frances, I'm back. Come meet Ellie." Kurt calls. The next thing I know, a brunette girl who looks just like Kurt comes bounding into the room. She smiles politely at me.

"Hi. I'm Frances Cobain." she says, extending her hand out to me. I take it, a smile spreading across my face. I can't believe that I'm actually in the same house as Kurt Cobain and his daughter!

"Frances, would you mind showing Ellie around? I'm going to go start dinner." Kurt says, scurrying off to what I assume is the kitchen without waiting for an answer.

"Follow me." Frances says cheerfully. She leads me up the stairs and into a bedroom with black walls and a huge canopy bed. There's also a desk, a nightstand and a wardrobe. "This is your room. You can leave your bags here." she says.