The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

Raging

1984
Going to Kurt's house anymore makes me just want to scream.

And the reason for that, is Pat. This damn man... he's evil to Kurt.

Always ridiculing him for stupid shit.

Why dont you bring any girls home Kurt?? Why Kurt, why??

And the whole time I'm hearing this shit I'm like, what the fuck am I?! A damn man?

Shit!

I don't get what Wendy sees in this... whatever the hell he is.

And Wendy, she's no better to him. She doesn't even try and stop Pat from bullying him basically.

I'm at the point where I just want too knock his ass out everytime I see the bastard.

And he's always talking about women. This woman, that woman. But what about Wendy..?  You know... your girlfriend?!

And he's always trying to push this shit on Kurt. And calls him names whenever he doesn't take interest in it.

Kurt happens to respect woman. And doesn't treat them like fucking slaves. Or objects to bend to his will.

Unlike this dumb fuck...

Ahhh!

I shook my head, trying to suppress my anger, before knocking on Kurt's door, Kim instantly answering, smiling, a big smile.

"Thank god it's you!"

I looked at her, confused, making her laugh.

"Mom. Pat. Kurt. I just need you!"

I shook my head, trying to slow her down.

"What's going on??"

She Instantly grabbed my hand, pulling me into the house, slamming the door shut, just as the dumbass himself came walking into the room, a little look on his face.

"Ahhhh, Bean. The only girl Kurt ever has over. And not one time have you guys fucked...?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, my face heating up.

"You know... he doesn't need this shit! You're a user of women, who has no respect what so ever!"

I turned, heading towards the stairs before I said anything else, Kim following closely behind.

"Woah... Bean. That, was incredible!"

I stopped just outside Kurt's door, hearing him playing his guitar, making me smile.

"Well, he's a bastard. And needs to be knocked down a peg"

Kim grinned at me, heading towards her room.

I softly knocked on Kurt's door, hearing his guitar stop.

"It's me! You know, the Beanster."

I heard a soft chuckle, making me grin, when the door swung open, Kurt standing there, his guitar in hand.

"I was lost in my guitar..."

I grinned, walking inside, Kurt closing the door behind me.

"I could hear. You play amazing Cobain. Seriously. Fucking amazing."

He just looked at me, a little smile on his lips.

I looked around, my eyes wide, noticing all the notebooks scattered on the bed and floor.

"And you've been busy!"

He slowly started closing them, making me smile a little.

He honestly doesn't need to hide anything from me.