Life With Cobain

Nirvana

"How about the Headbangers?" I ask Kurt. He shakes his head, trying to deny my terrible name softly. Kurt is trying to think up a new name for his band. Apparently, he got one of the best guitarists in the school to play with him. Sure. How could he? Nobody wanted to hang with him. I've never met him. I think he's called Krist Noveslec...?

"Kurt,"

"Yeah?"

"What's that guitarist's name again?"

"Krist Novoselic," he sighs, shaking his head. I nudge him in the arm.

"Not my fault he's got a weird name!" I defend.

"It's not weird, it's... Different." Kurt always tries to spout that crap to me. If something's weird, it's weird! Not "different". We're walking with Lisa, Tammy, Karen, Elizabeth and Sarah. Kurt mostly hangs out with us. Sarah has a crush on him, and will do anything for him. Right now, he's staying at my house, with me and my dad, Dave. His mom doesn't want him at her's and neither does his dad. Sarah is jealous. She tries to convince him to stay at hers but he refuses. It's kinda nice having someone to talk to when I feel down. Kurt's such a nice guy, why does everyone hate him? It's not fair on him.

I feel hands snake around my waist and I gasp, surprised. I spin around to see Mikey, my boyfriend, smiling at me. I can't help the grin from spreading across my face. He leans down and gives me a very passionate kiss. He then pulls me into a hug, my chin resting on his shoulder and his face buried in my neck. I blush as I see Kurt watching us, and he looks away quickly, his blue eyes filled with an emotion I can't describe. He speeds his walk to catch up with the others. I frown. Why was he watching us? Weird dude.

"Hey," Mikey whispers.

"Hey," I whisper back.

"How's your day so far?"

"Okay. Yours?"

"Fine. I have English. Love you," he ends our extremely short chat. It sounds weird, but that's how we work. He gives me a peck on the cheek and walks to English. I carry on walking towards the rest of the group, who didn't get very far in the five minutes I was gone. I saunter up next to Kurt, and give him a devilish grin.

"Pervert," I nudge him, still smirking.

"W-what?" He stutters, shaking his head.

"I said, you're a perv," I call him again.

"Why?"

"I saw you watching us. Perv." I laugh as his face blushes up. "I'm kidding. Jeez, Kurt." I reach up and squeeze his pressure-point. He cringes and cranes his neck.

"I told you to stop doing that!" He whines. A smirk spreads across his face. Oh shit.

"No!" I squeal as he begins to tickle me. I squirm, but Kurt is holding me too tight. I burst out into loud laughter. He knows where I'm most ticklish and heads there; my armpits. I squeeze my arms to my sides, but he carries on tickling me. I manage to get away and sprint down the hallway but Kurt chases after me. He has a devilish smirk on his face. I give him a serious look.

"Don't. You. Dare." I warn.

"Okay, okay." He nods. His blonde-brown hair falls infront of his face, hiding his features, and I didn't like it.

"When are you gonna cut your hair?" I ask him. I step infront of him, causing him to stop. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back. I don't mind touching him, and vice-versa. We hold hands and stuff all the time. Good friends can do that, no matter if they're the opposite sex.

He shrugs. "I dunno, why should I?"

"Because I hate it when your hair covers your face," I answer truthfully. "At least cut your fringe." My hand rests on the crook of his neck. Unthinkingly, I begin playing with his hair, fiddling with it and twirling it around my fingers. They brush the soft skin of his neck and he bites his lip.

"Robin, please stop," he struggles out. I thought he likes it when I play with his hair? I like it too.

"Why?"

"Because it feels good. A bit too good," he replies, turning around and walking away, in the opposite direction of Science.

After school, Kurt and I go out for pizza. We come back at about seven. I'm full and tired, ready to just go to sleep. Kurt is holding my hand, pulling my groggy self towards the front door. Kurt's warmth is like a comfort to me. I like it when he holds my hand, or brushes my hair, or hugs me. I don't know why, I just do. He drags me to the couch, flopping onto it and pulling me on top of him. He buries his face into my neck. I sigh involuntarily. It suddenly goes black.

*Kurt's P.O.V.*

Robin is so cute while she's sleeping. I inhale her scent. Hmm... Strawberries and chocolate. I want her so much right now. She's tempting, even in sleep. I flick through the T.V. channels, trying to distract myself from her. We only have cable though. I decide to watch some religion channel. It's about Buddhism. I see it: Nirvana. No troubles, no worries, care-free. This has to be fate.