The Boy With Blue Eyes {A Kurt Cobain Story}

It's Starting

"Cobain! Wait dude."

A chuckle escaped me as I ran to catch up with mr. speed here, the smoke from his cig seeming to cover his face slightly from my view.

They had a pretty big gig tonight, so of course Kurt is needing a smoke break. Mainly because of his nerves.

He's always secretly worried about what the people will think of his music.

Even though their clapping and crazed reactions should tell him the whole story.

My hand softly caught him by the shoulder, stopping him mid way from walking away from me further, confusing me to no end.

"Kurt? What's going on?"

He blew out a huge puff of smoke, his eyes drawn down to the ground slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

But then finally, he ditched the cig on the ground, a little smile lighting up his cute face, making me feel a bit better.

"Bean. I met the most incredible woman earlier. She's fucking weird. But... incredible."

My eyes instantly went wide from his words, not really expecting him to tell me of another woman.

And here i thought maybe he was just smiling from finally realizing that he fucking rocked that show tonight.

"What woman Kurt....?"

Suddenly, his hands firmly landed on my shoulders in a tight grip, a bigger smile taking over his face, really surprising the hell out of me.

"Courtney Love is what she said her name is. She stood out from everyone there tonight. And she didn't really seem to care about the show. She just said she wanted.... well me."

I shook my head a little at his words, feeling speechless for once in my life. I mean, it usually takes a shit ton to make me speechless. But then again, this is Kurt we're taking about here.

What was I expecting really? For him to never meet some other woman?

And I definitely can't make him feel bad for talking about her with me. Because I did something last night that just seemed to naturally happen.

Like it was just meant to happen.

I slept with Dave.

We both were still super hyped up from the pool shoot earlier, having done so many shots of them underwater and just goofing around.

And so we got back to the hotel, slowly starting to dry off and change clothes.

Except, I never did change. I just... stripped. And he happened to strip.

And it fucking happened.

But you know something? I don't regret it. Dave is an incredibly, sweet guy. So at least I didn't pick an asshole.

I slowly started to smile none the less, softly patting Kurt on the arm as I saw his big smile still firmly planted on his lips.

"That's great KC! You deserve someone like that. And look! Your career has taken off. And now you have a woman interested in you, as always. Go dude!"

I put on a big smile upon seeing his surprised look, before he suddenly laughed so loudly that I almost jumped from it.

"Damn Bean. I figured you'd explode or something. But then again, Dave made you do that enough last night. How was it...? Did you cream enough?"

My eyes instantly went wide as his arms slowly snaked around my waist, making my heart beat faster and faster the closer his lips got to mine, his cocky smile he's suddenly developed as of late coming to play.

But then I just smirked, not wanting to show the effect he's actually having on me right now.

"You know what Cobain? Yeah, i did. I creamed so fucking much from it. Over and over and over...."

A little chuckle left Kurt's lips, his hands tightly staying on my waist now, his lips inching closer and closer to mine.

"You creaming right now...? Naughty Bean I know so well. And I know I can make her do that to..."

Kurt put on his dramatic, little dark tone, making me throw my head back in laughter, causing him to laugh as well, before our lips just instantly landed on one another from coming back to look at each other.

Oh here we go again!

But I just couldn't pull away. Like he had me under some fucking spell.

The same damn spell he's used on me from day one. And i can't escape it.

We both are toxic for one another it seems. But then again, I guess that toxic notion attracts us even more.

We know we're toxic for one another in a way. But that danger is alluring.

And this journey with Nirvana is bound to be dangerous enough in ways.

Sex.

Drugs.

Drinking.

One hell of a ride.