Make Me Smile || Kurt Cobain

Chapter 85 - Old Friends Are Better Than New

Ashlyn

I woke up in a cold sweat, softly panting from the nightmare I had. I glanced at the bedside clock, careful not to move Kurt's hand off me. It was a few minutes past two am.

"Nightmares?" I heard him mumble beside me.

"It's nothing. Go back to sleep baby" I whispered, kissing his forehead tenderly. He smiled a bit in his sleep and a few seconds later, he dozed off.

I chuckled slightly at Kurt. Poor thing was probably exhausted from our little late night event.

I had to admit, finally seeing Kurt, being with him, talking to him and just... having him back in my life felt so grand. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulder. My heart felt less heavy and my head felt less foggy.

I carefully slid out of Kurt's embrace and made my way out of the bed. I headed towards the balcony and leaned against it, enjoying the cool night's air.

Sleep was elusive now. I still had a lot on my mind. But it was wasn't who you'd think.

It was actually Chris.

I tried not to think too much about him and the elaborate escape mission from his house, but the more I tried to push the thoughts down, the more they came up.

Because for some reason, I couldn't wrestle a new feeling that came up within me.

Guilt.

I had no idea why. I already knew that Chris was a manipulative liar. And it was pretty obvious that he was conspiring with Izzy against me.

Guess my head was really just in shambles. God help me.

"Amen" I heard Kurt's voice behind me which made me jump in fear.

"Sweet merciful Jesus Kurt!" I exclaimed as he smiled. "You're awake? I'm sorry for waking you. I just needed to... catch a breather I guess"

"I can see" He commented, his beautiful blue eyes boring into me. I could tell Kurt was trying to get a read on me. And something told me that I could predict what his next words would be. "You need therapy Ash. You've mentioned it before"

Yep. Step one on helping each other.

"I know Kurt. But, I dunno if I feel good about opening up to a stranger. I can barely open up to you and to my own brother" I said with a sigh.

"That's kinda the point." He said. I raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. "Sometimes opening up to a stranger is better and more comforting. No attachment, no judgement, no pressure"

"Easier said than done" I whispered. "But I'll give it a try. Can I get one that can go on tour with us?"

"Sure. Whatever you need. I'll call the agency"

"You have a therapy agency on speed dial?" I chuckled. Kurt shrugged with a smile. "You know, I sometimes forget you're a millionaire with connections. You've got that homeless vibe mastered" I teased.

"I don't blame you. I sometimes forget I'm one as well" He said. "And so is your brother"

I shivered at the mention of Axl. I hadn't spoken to him in days.

My brother who I was separated from for years and reunited with by pure chance is no longer on speaking terms with me.

"I can tell you for a fact that Axl misses you. He's just a dumbass about it" Kurt said.

"Yeah. I know." I said. "He'll come around, eventually" I hoped.

"Good. Now come on in and get some rest. We've got a tour ahead to start planning"