November 24, 1986
Anna POV:
"Hey did you get Krist to agree to start a band with you?" I asked blatantly walking down the rainy streets of Aberdeen with Kurt, Kurt Cobain, one of my friends.
I closed my eyes and rubbed them with the sleeves of my oversized olive-green sweater. I then looked over a Kurt who was just looking at the sidewalk as we walked around the town.
I laughed and shook my head, watching him examine each and every step he took. "Hello!" I said softly poking his shoulder.
He snapped out of his trance and looked up at me through his long blonde hair.
"Yeah I talked to him but he keeps brushing it off." He said putting his hands in his pockets and looking straight ahead.
"He'll come around. I mean he can't avoid you forever." I say laughing, trying to get Kurt to cheer up.
He half-smiles and shrugs his shoulders. "He could if he wanted to." He mumbles.
"Don't be like that! Have some hope in Krist. If you want me to, I can talk to him?" I asked noticing that it had started to rain outside. I pulled my hood over my head and Kurt groaned.
"If you want to. I don't see it helping much." He says trudging through the raid with no hood or umbrella.
"Fine then wait and wait and wait!!!" I punch his arm and he glares at me with his now rain-soaked hair sticking to his face.
"I'll talk to him. Ok?" He says loudly.
"You're something, Kurt Cobain." I say laughing and shaking my head.
"Why?" He asks inquisitively.
"You are." I say over the loud clap of thunder that erupted.
"Wh---" he started but I didn't hear what he said over the thunder.
"Bridge." I hear him shout as the rain pours down harder and harder. Thunder erupted even louder than before, soon followed by lighting.
"WERE GONNA DIE!" I dramatically scream holding my hood over my head and running towards the bridge leaving Kurt in the dust.
"HEY!!!" He shouts running behind me. I can hear the thumps of his frumpy old converse hitting the water on the sidewalk.
"AHHHH!" I yell laughing because this was actually kind of fun despite the uncomfortable retrospect of it all.
Finally, I reached the small bridge that ran across the river in Aberdeen. I sat way up where the bridge met the land and brought my legs up to my chest and shivered from the cold Aberdeen weather.
Kurt finally made his way under the bridge and sat down next to me. I pulled my hood down and wrung out my soaking hair.
The thunder mixed with the rain falling on the ground made it hard to hear anything else. I looked over at Kurt who was, like me, wringing out his hair.
He stopped and looked at me and we both suddenly started laughing hysterically.
"LOOK AT US!!!" He shouted over the thunder and rain. Lifting up the end of his sweater and dropping it to show the effect the rain had on his previously dry clothes.
"I TOLD YOU, WE ARE GONNA DIE." I say laughing and rolling my eyes.
He shook his head. "NO WE'RE NOT. MY DAD'LL KILL ME BEFORE LIGHTING DOES." He says bringing his knees up to his chest.
"HE LOVES YOU DEEP INSIDE." I scream looking at Kurt's expression quickly frowning.
I scoot closer to him and wrap my arm around him. "LETS GO HOME BEFORE WE MELT AWAY." I say standing up and grabbing his hand.
He looks up and then around himself and looks back up at me. I can tell that he sighs and then grabs my hand.
I pull him up and we walk over to the edge if the bridge together.
"IF WE RUN, WE'LL BE THERE IN 10 MINUTES." I say putting my hood up and looking over at Kurt for approval.
He rolls his eyes and nods his head.
I take a running start and run up the hill near the bridge, Kurt alongside me the entire time. We start running like the maniac teenagers we are to my house.
The streets had puddles which we would unintentionally step in. Some were muddy and others were clean. Nonetheless, it was aggravating having to rub into them.
It seemed like a lifetime later we got to my house.
Kurt had been living with me for a couple months now. He lived with the principles family for about a year then he was homeless under the North Aberdeen bridge. The one we just hid under.
I opened the front door and Kurt and I stumbled in recklessly. My parents looked at us like we were crazy and widened their eyes at us.
They agreed to letting Kurt stay with us for multiple reasons. They knew him. They knew I was friends with him. They knew he was emotionally unstable at times, depressed. They agreed to letting him bunk with us as long as he slept in the relatively nice finished basement so they would be no funny business.
You know? Two teenagers, one male, one female. You do the math.
"Hey mom, dad. I gotta go get changed. Be right back." I say running through the house to go upstairs without making a trail of water.
"Hello Mr. Mrs. Sims." I hear Kurt faintly say before hearing his feet run along the ground and probably making his way to the basement.
I get changed into something more umm comfortable and carry my wet clothes as far away from me as possible.
I run down the stairs to the main floor and then I start to make my way down the stairs of the basement.
"COMING DOWN. WARNING." I say shouting and hearing Kurt moving around the room, laughing.
Luckily the laundry room is on the other side of the basement so I can throw my things in the dryer without bothering Kurt.
I walk over to his side of the basement and knock annoyingly on the wall. "Yo. You need your clothes dried.*knock knock* you can get a cold! *knock knock* hurry up Kurt!!" I shout and he emerges from the room with a striped shirt and ripped jeans.
"I know" he says and I take his clothes.
I throw his into the wash and start the load.
Kurt and I walk back upstairs and grab whatever we see to eat and then go into the second living room to watch TV.
"You should write a song about the Nab." I say.
"What? What? What're you talking about?" He asks eating chips and what not.
"North Aberdeen Bridge. NAB!" I say proudly.
"Oh. I'll think about it." He says putting more food into his mouth.
"Whatever." I say rolling my eyes.
