Until the rain burns [ENGLISH VERSION]

5

The next day I woke up without knowing how I got home. I turned my gaze to the left and saw Kurt sleeping with some strands covering his face. His eyes were tightly closed, his mouth half open. I approached them to remove them carefully of not waking up and perceived that it emitted a strong smell of alcohol and marijuana.

- Shit, I must smell the same.

I looked at the clock, 11:03 a.m.

- Shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit! -I shouted- The session is at 11:15!

At the cries Kurt opened his eyes lazily and closed them again. I ran to the shower and put on the first pants and the first shirt I found. I looked out the window and the day was rainy in Olympia.

- Great, see what the fuck I do now. -I said, looking for an umbrella without success.

- What's the fuss about?

Kurt was leaning against the doorframe, scratching the back of his head with his hand, then stretching.

I'm not up for these morning Cobain views.

- It happens that the session that I have to do today is at 11:15 and it's 11:10, I can not find an umbrella and without it I can not go down because the computer would get wet. -I said altered.

- Come on, I'll help you.

It seems that the shouts espabilaron the blond because he immediately picked up the flashes and tripods to stand beside me and down the stairs.

- Come on, three of us ran to the van. -he said.

- What? But they are going to get wet.

- Trust me.

Kurt counted down and grabbed my hand by pulling me. His touch was warm that day, it rarely was.

Once inside the van I drove at full speed until I reached my destination. We only arrived five minutes late.

- Look, there's the couple, but where will I park cushions? God I'm going to lose money for being late.

- Get down.

- How do I get down?

- Get the equipment and get down. I'm going to find a parking spot and then I'll come and get you.

At first I hesitated, but the look of Cobain reassured me greatly, so I trusted him and I obeyed.

Kurt (P.D.V.)

Aisha was very nervous and somehow I wanted to pay her how bad I behaved with her in the past, I did not want her to lose something more because of me, so I offered to park her van. As I drove the car I thought I wanted to know her more deeply, I felt that she was not the same, like me, but that there was something that did not make us so different and wanted to know what it was. Then a wonderful idea occurred to me: to park in my old apartment that was not very far from there. A couple of months ago I rented a careless apartment on the outskirts of Olympia, I do not know how long it would take Aisha to do that session, but I wanted to pick up a little earlier, so once I parked I quickly went up to open the windows to ventilate and I started To pick up all the clothes that were lying on the floor. I showered and changed my clothes, putting on jeans, a wide sweater and a cap. It really did not look like August. When I wanted to realize it had already been an hour and a half, so I went quickly to the place of the session to pick it up. When I saw her in the distance I could not help but get nervous. She was sitting on a bench staring into nowhere as the air hit her face, causing her hair to fly uncontrollably. I came up behind her and grabbed her by the waist, tickling her, needing to know what her laugh was like.

Aisha (P.O.V.)

Shortly after the session ended Kurt appeared on my back tickling me. I could not stop laughing until I turned around begging him to stop and our faces were only inches away.

Damn, he's too handsome. Aisha, control yourself.

He did not want to tell me where his house was so I just kept giving him one of the best walks I've ever had in my life. Increasing confidence increased between us and I was beginning to feel safe with him. I thought I finally found someone I could call friend without being afraid.

Once we got to where it was parked I proposed to go up to his apartment and I accepted.

Why not?

When climbing I appreciated that it was a rather small space. There were pictures everywhere he told me he had done them and there were also several guitars on the floor.

- Wow, Kurt, you paint?

- Yes ... -he scratched his head nervously- But it's not a big deal. Listen, do you have something to do this afternoon?

- Not, why?

- In case you wanted to stay for lunch. -he smiled and then pouted like a little boy- Please ...

- It's okay. -I laughed.

Kurt offered to make macaroni and I just looked, but I could not help but take a picture of him.

- Stop taking pictures of me. -he protested, trying to look offended.

- You'll have to get used to it.

Not only did I stay to eat, but we spent an entire afternoon watching black and white movies and, once night came, we began to drink and smoke a little while he played the guitar and sang.

I think I could get used to this ...