Life With Cobain

Heart

"Robin!" I exclaim, shaking her awake. I'm so excited about this new band name. She doesn't move. I shake her harder. Not even stirring.

"Robin...?" I become scared. What's wrong with her? Why isn't she moving? My heart is pounding so fast that I can hear it in my ears. I sprint upstairs, into Dave's bedroom.

"Dave!" I shout. "Dave! There's something wrong with Robin!" I practically drag him out of his bed, down to Robin. He kneels down next to her.

"She's breathing," he says. I sigh with relief.

"Just passed out." I nod, staring intently at Robin. I tune out after 'she's breathing'. I can't lose her. If I did, I don't know what I'd do.

"I'm sorry, Dave. I know it's late. What should we do now? Leave her or take her to the hospital?" I ask hurriedly. If it is hospital I want to get there as soon as possible. Dave shook his head.

"No, leave her. Just get some water for her when she wakes up." I nod.

"Sorry again, Dave. I panicked. Sorry." I give him a sheepish smile.

"It's okay, son," he says, ruffling my hair. "Night, Kurt."

"Night. And thanks for letting me stay here. I appreciate it. A lot." I tell him. He nods before going back to bed.

I slump back down into the couch, placing my hand on Robin's head, stroking her soft hair. It's dark brown and very curly, because she is mixed race. I never have been prejudiced about skin colour, and I hate racists. I also hate homophobics and people who hate women. Robin begins to twist underneath my hand, and eventually, wakes up. The dazed expression on her face is so cute.

"Wha...Kurt?" It's dark and she can't see me, plus she just woke up from a fainting. I love the way the first thing she thinks of is me. "Kurt?" She questions again, looking around, a worried look on her face.

"Shh... I'm here," I whisper, wrapping my arms around her. She tenses for a moment, scared or surprised, then leans into my embrace.

"What happened?" She mumbles into my chest.

"You fainted."

"Oh, okay. Not the first time."

Changing the subject, I tell her: "I've found a band name. Nirvana." I feel her nod slightly.

"That's...nice," she mumbles,"Nirvana." She shifts, then tries to get up. My arms tighten around her.

"Where are you going?" I ask. I don't want her to go anywhere. I want her to stay here in my arms.

"To bed," she yawns,"I'm tired as hell." I release her and she gets up. Instantly, I feel the loss of her warmth, and yearn for her again.

"Night, Kurt." She smiles sleepily before heading to bed.