We heard a back door slam and hurried to get our clothing back on again. We were high. Not off heroin, cocaine, not even weed. We were high off of eachother.
We hopped off the bus, crashing onto the cold ground. We didn't get injured or anything, and if we were, we probably wouldn't notice for awhile. It was fucking freezing, but we couldn't even feel it.
Heath walked around from his backyard, seeing us just kind of sitting there, on the ground.
He had two massive bags full of the shit he'd need.
"What are you guys doing...?" Heath asked.
"I heard screaming, is everyone okay?" He asked, concerned.
Eddie and I couldn't help but laugh. We laughed and laughed until our stomachs ached.
"Um, yeah, you could say everyone's okay," I said, in between laughs.
"Okay, um, what should I do with my bags?" He asked.
"Take 'em inside. Donny will show you your bunk."
He nodded and we followed him inside. Most the boys were passed out in their bunks already. Dave was watching TV and Donny and Jordan were getting ready to crash.
"Hey. He's got his stuff." I told Rusty.
"Alright everybody hold on to your balls, we're heading to Denver, Colorado!"
And we cheered tiredly. Eddie and I picked up drunken Jeff, Stone, and Mike and layed them down on their stomachs.
We didn't want anyone to choke on their vomit and die.
Heath had his stuff near his bunk and went straight to bed. I'll never figure out why.
And then the phone rung.
Eddie rushed to pick it up and smiled when he heard who's voice it was.
Kurt Cobain.
Kurt was apart of another grunge band, Nirvana. I love Nirvana dearly.
"Hey man," I heard Kurt say.
"Oh, hey, Kurt, how are you?"
"I'm doing shitty, like always. I wanted to congratulate you guys on Ten's success. You guys are getting huge,"
"I know, it's scaring the shit outta me," Eddie sighed.
"I understand, man. And I heard about your girlfriend, too, all shit she has to endure. I know the feel. Courtney gets the same shit and I'm tired of it."
I sat there, on the couch, and I don't think Eddie knew I was there. He seemed caught up in the phone call.
"Kurt, I swear by it, I've never been so in love in my fucking life,"
"You should propose, then."
"We haven't been together that long, the media would tear us apart," Eddie said.
"I'm fucking with you. But hey, just keep her in your life, okay? I've never heard you this happy, man."
"I will. I'll do whatever I need to."
I coughed, trying to let Eddie know I wanted to talk to Kurt.
Eddie looked at me, embarrassed that I heard everything.
"Hey, uh, Kurt, Violet wants to say hey," Eddie told him. I kissed Eddie lovingly and then took the phone.
"Hey man, good to finally talk to you," Kurt said.
"Ahh, thanks. Love your music, man."
"Thanks, hey, you and Courtney could be friends, all the hell the world gives you," Kurt laughed.
"It sucks dick, dude. Everyone thinks I'm a whore because I've had sex with my boyfriend. God, it's so tiring. I love him and that's all that should fucking matter."
"Hey, someday those media shitheads will realise their opinions are worthless."
"God, I hope so."
"I know this sounds really douche-y but I'm surprised I like Crescent Sun's music," Kurt snickered.
"Well thank you, sweetheart."
"Well I've got to go, tell Eddie I love the fucker. Later, dude. Keep on surviving."
"Later, man."
And I set the phone back down.
"I love you so much," I said to him.
"I love you too," Eddie said, embracing me. I hopped into his arms with my lips locked on his.
We toppled into our bunks, making out and laughing and just...enjoying life, really.
And then we fell asleep.
