The Depressed Genius (Kurt Cobain fanfiction)

Give it a try

November 27, 1986
Anna POV:

"So...did you talk to him?" I asked Kurt leaving my class and meeting up with him at his.

He shrugs. "Not yet! Give it some time." He mumbles brushing his hair behind his ears with his hand.

I roll my eyes. "Ya never gonna get a band if you procrastinate." I say as a matter of factly.

He shrugs again and sighs loudly. We both walk outside to the courtyard and sit down as far away from anyone as possible.

"I know. It's just I'm not outgoing like you." He says quietly.

I perk up. "I said I would talk to him for you." I reminded him.

He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly and pulls his scrawny legs up to his chest followed by resting his head on his knees.

I just extend my legs and rest my head on the cold bricks of the high school. High school sucks. It really does. It's like a caste system.

There's the popular kids who are athletic and just all around prettier than others. Then there's the Honor Society prep kids who are like on the prom committee. Then the drama kids who act in plays and shit. Then the kids who stay back and think they're cool and that great crap. Next are the nerds who are good in subjects but kinda cool around school. The geeks who are not cool at any level and are freakishly smart. The special needs kids unfortunately. Then there's me and Kurt and the 'Stoners'. The weird kids who are antisocial, seen as stoners and are expected to drop out of high school at any moment.

It's sad, really. That just because we're into the stereotypical free world, we are stoners and seen as druggies. I can't lie and say Kurt doesn't do drugs, but I don't. I don't get into fucking up my life.

I guess Krist is sort of in our level too but he's cooler than us. He's got more friends and more social.

I look around the courtyard and see all of the cliques in their own little groups and little sections of the courtyard. They occasionally stare at us, but I try not to let it bother me.

I see Krist walk outside and take a cigarette out and start smoking. I nudge Kurt and he looks over at me with tired eyes.

"What?" He asks, barely audible.

"Go talk to Krist." I say and he looks around the courtyard.

"Nah." He says shaking his head lightly.

"KURT!" I shout making some people look at us and I flip them off bluntly.

"Fine. I guess you won't talk to him." I say getting ready to get up from the ground.

I'm only doing this for motivation. He'll eventually come around and do it himself, Kurt I'm talking about.

"No no. I'll do it. It's my band." He says getting up swiftly and looking down at me as he makes his way over to Krist.

When he walks up to Krist, he looks up at him. I think Krist was somewhere around like 6'9" he told me once. He's really tall.

Krist looks at Kurt with such serous and a killing expression. I could easily see why Kurt was afraid to ask him, yet again.

They start talking and I secretly cross my fingers, hoping Krist will be in Kurt's band. He's wanted one for so long now, he needed to recruit people.

I see Krist smiling but I can't see Kurt's face, with his back turned and his blonde hair covering his eyes most of the time.

Krist and Kurt awkwardly shake hands and then Kurt turns and starts walking my way as Krist stands there continuing to smoke his cig.

I think this is good. They shook hands, it must be good right? Am I losing my mind? No, I don't smoke weed, so I'm perfectly sane. I mean it could also mean that Krist denied being in the band.

Shit.

Kurt slides down the brick wall of the building and I look at him with my eyes widened and my eyebrows raised.

"Well." I say enthusiastically.

He sighs. "Krist ummm." He trails off sounding very disappointed. He always sounded disappointed no matter what.

He could be getting food and he'd sound disappointed.

"What did he say?" I asked with my eyebrow cocked.

"He said he'll give it a try." He says lightly smiling.

"WHAT!?!? This is great, Kurt. Oh my god. You guys can probably get rehearsing in my basement. I'll talk to my parents." I say hugging Kurt the best I can sitting next to him.

He laughs and nods his head. "If that's ok, I guess that will work out. He said we can practice at his house today." He says.

I purse my lips. "Cool beans. He must've liked 'Fecal Matter'." I say referring to Kurt's demo CD.

"Yeah he told me he liked the sound of the music." He says as a matter of factly.

"That's awesome. We should go get some new clothes! Eh? I want more flannels for this cold winter season." I say rubbing my hands up and down my arms like its cold out.

"Ok. Let's go before I have to go to Krist's." He says as we both get up from the cold ground outside.

"We have class now?" I more ask than state.

He shrugs and laughs. "Who cares. We don't learn anything anyways."

I nod my head, roll my eyes and laugh. "Very true."