MY EYES WIDEN slightly. I knew I had to be as white as a ghost by now. "M-Me?" I stuttered out quietly.
"Who is this guy?" Eric dismissed my own question for the man, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well," the man rolled his eyes at Eric's tone, before speaking again. "He said his name was..Kurt, I think. Yeah, Kurt."
"Well why does he want to talk to her?" Eric questioned further, now not taking his eyes away from the man.
"Look, if I knew I'd tell you!" He shrugged his shoulders, "He just asked for her; that's all."
Patty looked down at me, frowning once again. I guess she could tell how nervous I was now. My past really screwed me up; and now I'm jumpy at the slightest things. I'm constantly nervous. Constantly scared. I don't go anywhere by myself, hardly ever. They wouldn't let me, anyway.
"The kid seems harmless." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "Almost as nervous as her." He nodded at me, before letting a chuckle escape his lips.
Patty, Eric, and Melissa all looked at him coldly.
"Well, he can come in, but we ain't leavin'." Melissa finally spoke, giving a confident nod.
I sighed quickly, before pulling my hand away from Patty's. I rubbed my forehead, closing my eyes for a second.
I felt embarrassed.
"Guys. I-It's okay." I mumble, slowly trailing my eyes back up to my friends. "I'll be okay, alright?"
Patty seemed to believe me. Worried, still, but I knew she wanted me to be less introverted. She wants to fix me. The others seem to just want to shelter me.
"We'll be in here." She whispered and nodded. "Don't you do anything bad, ya hear?" She smiled, goofily. I cracked a small smile back at her; I couldn't help it.
As soon as I made my way out the door I got nervous again. I now wished I wouldn't have agreed to meeting this person alone. Who knows who it could be? My mind was swarming with different scenarios; but I knew, really, none of it could actually happen.
I was sweating something fierce, at least, it felt like I was. My body was cold, however. So were my hands. They were cold, and clammy.
The big man brought me down the hall way a little ways, then he stopped. "Here." He mumbled, before walking away. I watched him leave, with my eyebrows knitted together.
When I turned back around,
my eyes met with a pair of..mesmerizing..blue eyes. The kind of blue eyes you absolutely could get lost in if you let yourself. They reminded me immediately of a beautiful cloudless sky, on a hot summer day. An ocean, even.
They spoke of a deep down sadness, though.
My stomach turned, as I stared at this new man for a few seconds. Was he the man who wanted to speak to me?
"Uhm..H-Hello." He finally spoke. His voice was soft, but hesitant. I could tell he was a little nervous.
I take in a quick breath as I simply nodded as a response.
He had golden blonde hair—a little greasy—but, it fell just above his shoulders. He had a small dimple on his chin.
I soon realized his eyes were examining me, as well. He glanced over my face, just like I had done.
I wondered if he was as much as an observer as I am. He finally spoke once more.
"I'm Kurt." He nodded, before pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear. He was fidgety, like myself.
Kurt—why did I already have a feeling my stomach that, that would be a name I'd never forget?
"Kurt Cobain.." He finished, speaking a little more louder. Barely, though.
I realized quickly that I hadn't said a word. My mind flooded with the ideas that he possibly could think I'm rude now, or weird, or anything.
"I'm..uh. I'm Serena. S-Serena Pfaff." I stuttered out, before looking down at my worn out shoes.
"Serena.." He whispered, causing me to look back up at him. He had the slightest of smiles now. His lips were barely turned up; you could hardly notice. He seemed slightly amused, or something.
"Your voice, your band, it blew me away." Kurt said, "I really wanted to just tell you that."
I felt my ears heat up. My stomach turned again. "D-Did it really?" I whisper. I've never heard anything like that from someone.
Except from Kristen..
"Yeah..I really liked it." He simply whispered.
"You wanna go outside—have a smoke?" He seemed nervous, yes, but, maybe not as much as me. I think he wanted to..be friends or something. Either that or he's some kind of psychopath and he's going to take me, or kill me.
Oh, he doesn't seem like the type. He looks gentle, well reserved.
I thought for a moment before nodding my head. I really have nothing to lose, here, anyway. Nothing at all.
The girls and Eric will be fine. They won't worry too much, will they? Besides, I'm just going to be outside here, with Kurt. Kurt Cobain.
The complete stranger I just met; not even five minutes ago.
