Smells Like Teen Spirit(kurt Cobain)

underneath the bridge

So its Saturday and i woke up at 2pm. Which is pretty early considering i went to sleep at 4am and im on my period. After they guys arrived from the gas station yesterday we went out to pick up Chad. I refused to stay alone again. I had breakfast and said goodbye to Krist and Chad. Kurt said he would drive me to my home. He did. Now we arrived at my home. Kurt turns off the car cuz he wants to go with me to the door, for some reason. Im not complaining though. We got out of the van and walked towards my front door. I knock
mom: who is it?!

me: its me mom!

mom: oh crystal?

me: yes now open the fucking door!!

mom: why dont you stay out and come back till tomorrow you devil child!

me: FINE! atleast throw me another outfit then!
im so mad right now. Im sick of her bullshit. She went upstairs to my room and threw me an outfit and a pair of panties. I catched the panties and Kurt catched the outfit

Me: atleast throw me pjs!

She then threw pajamas and i catches them. We got in the car and Kurt noticed i was really mad.

Ku: hey forget about her. She doesnt realize that she has a wonderdul daughter

Me: you think im a wonderful daughter?

Ku: well yeah
With that he rested his hand on my thigh. I felt goosebumps, and probably a shiver up my spine.

Me: thank you
I didnt look at him. I was afraid i was blushing.

Ku: lets get you over to krists so you can leave your things there and we'll go to the bridge. Ok?

me: sounds good
I said still not looking at him. It started raining. It hasnt rained like in a week. Thats a miracle considering we're in Washington.
When we got to krists house he was more than happy i was gonna spend another night there. I changed outfits. My mother threw me the weirdest outfit ever. She gave me my 'Motorhead' long sleeve shirt, which is red. My gray jeans and my brown leather jacket. Red and brown? I dont think so. I looked like a chocolate covered strawberry. I took off the jacket. The shirt was long sleeved anyway so itll cover my scars. Kurt and i went out the door. I told him to bring the camera and cigaretes. He also brought his journal and his guitar, very important. We started walking our way to the bridge. Lucily it was pouring rain, just a little , so we were good. When we got there it really started pouring rain. Just in time. Kurt gave me a cigarette and he kept one for himself. We smoked and then kurt started writing in his journal while i kept smoking.

Ku: hey crystal?

me: yeah?
as i took a drag

Ku : how old are you?

me: im 15, you?

ku: 19

I raised my eyebrows. Hes older than i though. I though he was maybe 17.

Me: but im turning 16 soon

He nodded and continued writing in his journal. When i finished smoking my cigarette. I asked him if i could smoke another one cuz it was his box.

Ku: of course. You dont have to ask me.

I took another one. I practically chain smoked.  I think i smoked like 7. Jesus Christ. Soon Kurt finished writing in his journal and started playing his guitar. It was a really beautiful and relaxing melody. He started humming and mumbling. I guess he still doesnt have his lyrics. I loved the way he played the guitar. He looked peaceful when he did it, and yet attractive. Shit. Im falling for him all over again. I grabbed the camera and took a picture of him but he didnt notice. When the polaroid picture came out, i stared at the picture. He looked beautiful. And the rain behind him made the picture even better. I kept the picture for myself. I started taking more pictures. Of the rain, graffitis under the bridge. My legs, or more like my feet. I still had the shoes i wore yesterday. Then i took a picture of a cigarette on my hand and etc. I put all of the pictures on the floor, next to kurt. He soon stoped playing and looked at the pictures. He started admiring them and then he looked at me in awe.