The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

Here and There

I sighed, laying out in my backyard, looking up at the stars in the night sky, just remembering... one of the best nights of my life.

I can finally say I'm not a damn virgin anymore.

But that was the last thing running through my mind honestly.

Kurt left me a note this morning on the pillow of my bed, which instantly alarmed me.

I had jumped up, my heart racing.

The note simply said he would be roaming for a while. His mother didn't want him around. His father as well. And he just couldn't impose on me.

Which only pissed me off.. I balled the note up, chucking it at the wall, screaming my head off.

Why would he just fucking leave?! Why?! I would never want him out on the damn streets. And he damn well knows this. The thought of my best friend, out there, with God knows who, simply just made my morning a living hell.

He really can't see how much I care about him by now...? Even after last night..? Was I terrible? I just... I just don't understand.

I bit my lip, my damn eyes welling up. Geez Bean, stop being so damn hormonal. It's annoying.

I went around town all day since finding the note, looking for him, but nothing.

I finally tracked down Buzz who had helped Kurt get his things earlier, and he said he hasn't seen him since he dropped him off somewhere, making me feel defeated.

I had walked home after a 6 hour search for him, my eyes tired, my feet killing me, and my stupid mother greeting me at the door, a knowing look on her face.

She heard us last night. And frankly, I didn't give a shit. I wanted to be loud. As loud as I could.

It was another high for me... one of the best highs.

After that little encounter with her, I ended up out here, lost in my own mixed thoughts.

I just hope he's okay. Damn you Cobain...

"Bean..? You alright?"

I instantly looked around, seeing a very tired looking Kurt walking towards me, my heart racing.

Oh thank fuck!

I jumped up off the ground, my tears falling down my cheeks, throwing my arms around him.

"Fuck Kurt! What the hell man?! Where were you?? I was worried fucking sick. Just please... Don't leave again."

I slowly pulled back, seeing his eyes slightly glazed over, making me sad.

It looks like he hasn't slept at all.

"I couldn't stay here Bean.... You have enough trouble. You don't need more.."

My eyes widened, anger coursing through me.

"Kurt... You are not trouble! You are the best thing in my life. Of course I'd want you to stay..."

He looked up at the sky, his blue eyes shining in the night, his blond hair blowing with the wind.

Honestly Cobain... Why do you always think you're a damn burden..?

I gently placed my hand on his face, turning his head towards me, smiling, a soft smile.

"You really aren't trouble Kurt. I promise you... And you certainly aren't a damn burden."

He looked at me, when a sudden smile came to his lips, making me blow out the breath I'd been holding.

"Thanks Bean... Really."

I grinned, placing my hand gently in his as we looked up at the stars beaming in the beautiful dark night sky, the moon shining down on us.

I hope one day he'll finally see he's not a burden. I don't care what his family says. They treat him like shit. And he doesn't deserve that.

He deserves something good for a change. And hopefully soon, that something will come along.