The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

Wandering

I sighed, looking out my bedroom window, hearing mom and her next sex victim stumbling down the hallway, laughing like total dumbasses.

I looked across the street, looking at the Cobain house, feeling even worse.

It always reminds me of simpler times.... A time when I could just walk over and see Kurt.

But now, he's always all over the place.

He finally left his dad and Jenny, moving in with Leland and Iris.

He was pretty happy when he did, considering he's always been really close with his grandma.

I smiled warmly, thinking of Iris.

But, the good times never seem to last.

He had called me when Leland decided it was becoming to much, and Kurt had to go, from yet another home.

It broke my heart hearing his voice.

I told him he should just come stay with me. My room is big enough. But he wouldn't hear of it. He said he didn't want to make my life any harder.

Which really broke my heart.. He still can't see that really, he makes it better...

Next he went to live with his Uncle Jim in Montesano, which really wasn't any better.

At first it was pretty good, considering Jim did pot and wasn't on Kurt's ass about stuff. Which is a damn relief anymore. People are always on to him. Which is another thing that pisses me off..

Then him and his wife had a baby. And there wasn't enough room for everyone. So of course, Kurt had to go.

The next person was his Uncle Chuck. Which in some ways, benefited him. He  got a new guitar, and his uncle started giving him lessons.

He was beyond excited when he did. I could hear the happiness in his voice, making me grin.

Then I guess things weren't going good with the shit hole called school, and Chuck decided the lessons were over.

I haven't heard from Kurt since.

I sighed, laying back on the bed, closing my eyes.    
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I slowly opened my eyes, hearing knocking on my window.

Once, twice, then a third time.

I scrunched my eyes up, slowly looking through the blinds, my eyes going wide, my mouth lifting into a smile.

I lifted the blinds, pointing at the front door, running to it as he went.

I threw the door open, jumping into his arms, making him drop his bags.

"Kurt!! Fuck man. What are you doing here??"

I pulled back, smiling, looking him over.

He smiled a little.

"Another move I guess.. So, you still offering?"

I grinned, hugging him again.

"You know it Cobain.."

I just held him, holding on tight, hoping this wasn't a damn dream.

I didn't want to let him go..