Smells Like Teen Spirit(kurt Cobain)

a conversation with HIM

After talking for like 3 hours. Krist and Chad fell asleep. Which left Kurt and me. Kurt was laying next to me. Then he suddlenly graabs my wrist. AGAIN. And starts staring at it. AGAIN. its like he loved my wrist or something. Then he kissed both, and kept rubbing them.

Ku: dont hurt yourself more okay?

Me: sure. Whatever

He then looked at me

Ku: im serious

He said seriously. Damn

Me: i wont make any promises.

Ku: please Crys. I dont like seeing your wrists like this.

Me: youve been staring at them for hours. So i guess they look pretty to you.

Ku: they do. But then i realize you pass through pain in order to make them like this.

My wrists are pretty for him?

me: how the fuck is THAT pretty

Ku: it IS. Dont know why

Me: me neither.

he kissed them one more time. Then let them go. He pulled me closer to his chest. I could smell hiss deodorant. I recognized that deodorant, cuz i have it.

me: Kurt?

ku: yeah?

Me: you smell like teen spirit

He thinked for a second. Analyzing what I just said.

Ku: cuz im a chaotic teenager thats pretty fucked up and rebellious?

me: mmm no, cuz i can smell your deodorant and its called ' Teen Spirit' , i know cuz i have it.

Ku: oh

He said feeling stupid

Me: but that too. The chaotic teen. Ha. I think you are but in a good way. You know?

ku:haha, thanks

Me: you smell like teen spirit, KURT smells like teen spirit.

I just made that up.

Ku: haha. Yeah. I like that. Smells like teen spirit.

He said to himself.

Me: thanks again for earlier

Ku: dont thank me Crys

Me: i HAVE TO

ku: i hope he dies or something

Me: haha yeah

ku: i need an easy friend

Me: huh

Ku: i need, an easy friend

He repeated

Me: i guess

I still didnt quite understand what he was trying to say

Ku: will YOU be my easy friend?

me: yeah, id like to

Ku: good

Me: yeah

Ku: do you play an instrument?

me: i can try, why?

Ku: can you try acoustic guitar?

me: i guess