everlong

yours truly

September 29, 1991
I put on my converse and walked to the same cafe I always go to. I tied my hair back as I walked down the busy LA streets. The cool air that hit me was a relief. I ordered my coffee, then sat down. "Look what we've got here." I heard Dave's voice say. I turned around and glared at him.

"Stalker." "Weirdo." He made himself at home at my table. "Sir, I didn't invite you here." I joked, leaning close to him. "This isn't a damn party, Kassel." He said, glaring. I giggled. We talked for a long while. "Ya know, I haven't gotten the chance to listen to your album." I said, drinking my coffee.

"Come over and listen to it tonight." I nodded vigorously, grasping onto the chance to hear it. He chuckled. "I'll call you, Jules." "Jules? Is that my new nickname?" "It sure is." He said, leaving. I chuckled to myself and shook my head.

"Have you seen the purple sequin panties?" Alisha yelled, appearing in my door frame wearing the bra that matched her disregarded panties. "No, I haven't seen the purple sequin panties that you sex it up in." I answered, my eyes still fixed on my book. She mockingly gasped. "Im a stripper, not a hooker." I giggled and turned a page. Alisha and I have been hip at hip since 5th grade.

She dropped out of high school, then moved here to LA with me. She's been stripping for years. "Julia, I've got a question for you." "And that is?" She looked at the gold mirror on my wall and applied pink lipstick. "Why do you surround yourself with dumbasses like me, and Dave, and everyone. You're like Albert Einstein with boobs." She mumbled, smacking her lips together.

"Why does everyone ask me that? I'm not even that smart." "Bullshit." She snorted, venturing into the living room. "Found 'em!" She yelled, coming back in her full ensemble. She got a black trench coat and put it on. "I'll be back, love you!" She yelled, walking out. "Love you too." I sank deeper into my mattress and read. The phone rang, scaring the shit outta me. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"Hello?" "Hey Jules, come over." I scoffed. "Fine." I hung up and put on my birkenstocks. I grabbed my keys and headed out.

Daves P.O.V
An obnoxiously loud and constant knock was at the door. I yanked it open. Julia smirked. "You fucking idiot." She laughed and pushed past me. She took off her jacket and hung it up, revealing a tattoo that had shooting stars. It was located on her chest. The cropped tank top revealed the whole thing.

"I didn't know you had tats." I muttered, tracing my fingers along the ink. She bit her lip and nodded. She moved her blonde hair, revealing more of it. "That's fuckin rad." She giggled. "Ok, let's hear this album." I put it on the record player. I laid beside her on my carpet, admiring her.

Her blue eyes were slits as she laid there, tapping her fingers. When the album ended, she looked at me and grinned, hugging me tightly. "You're so talented." She squealed. I chuckled slightly. "I have an exclusive one time offer for you." "And what may that be?" She said.

"You can have an exclusive Nevermind album, signed by yours truly, if you go out with me, right now." She looked at the floor, smiling. "I think you have yourself a deal, grohl."