Life With Cobain

Pain

He's kissing me. Kurt is kissing me. I can't believe it. I waited so long, and look now, I confessed that I liked him while I was high. I remember a little. I remember telling him I liked him. But I think I love him.

This kiss is like no other. It's very passionate for a first kiss. I love the way Kurt's rough lips mould with mine, like they were specially made for this purpose only. I feel him smile against my lips as I lace my fingers through his soft, shorn hair, pulling him closer to me. He pushes me up against a nearby wall; we don't care whose it is. He pushes me harder against it, placing both of his large hands on either side of my head, crushing his body against mine. He bites on my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I guess. I decide to tease him and press my lips together firmly, denying him.

"Such a tease," he murmurs against my lips, breathless. He reaches up and squeezes my nose, blocking my current air supply. I open my mouth for air, I can't fucking breathe! Clever.

Kurt takes this as an advantage and sneakily slips his tongue into my mouth. We basically stand against the wall while Kurt just... Frenches me. I fight back, but eventually, Kurt wins. Stupid tongue. I pull away for air, Kurt and I are both breathing heavily. Kurt closes his eyes, smiling, resting his forehead against mine.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that," he whispers.

Now, you may be thinking, she has a boyfriend, Mikey, but I don't anymore. I caught him fucking some blonde bimbo in the girls' bathroom. When he was going to "English". Ha. I didn't really give a shit though. He was a terrible boyfriend. I thought we were working, but we obviously weren't. And really, I wanted to be with Kurt. This makes me sound like a horrible person, but I only went out with Mikey 'cause I wanted Kurt to get jealous. But I think he was the same with me. And it may seem wrong to be kissing Kurt now, but Kurt's different. I know it.

Kurt's been silent for a while now. He keeps opening and closing his eyes, touching my lips, then touching his, and giving me lazy smiles.

"You okay, Kurt?" I ask. He gives me another lazy smile.

"I'm... I'm just perfect." He says, kissing me again. "I love you. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I love you."

"You know what, Kurt Cobain? I think I love you too," I answer back. His beautiful blue eyes sparkle, filled with lust and wanting. He grabs my hand, pulling me in the direction of my house. I don't even know where we are, but Kurt does.

"I have band practice today, wanna come?" Kurt asks, looking ahead.

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to meet Krist and Chad." Chad's the band's drummer.

"I need to freshen up first, though," he says.

"Since when did Kurt Cobain 'freshen up'?" I ask jokingly.

"Hey!"

"Shut up, Blondie."

Later, we arrive at Krist's house. It's a big terraced house, right on the edge of town. It's a three bedroom, with a large kitchen and two bathrooms. We'll be going down to the basement, 'cause that's where the equipment is. Kurt left his guitar at home, so Krist lets him borrow one of his.

"Hi guys, I'm Robin Alcatraz," I introduce myself, smiling at both of them. Krist offers his hand to me. I take it and shake it. He's massive! I'd say 6'6" at least. He has long black hair and stunning green-blue eyes, with tan-toned skin.

"Like, Escape From Alcatraz?" He asks, smiling widely.

"Yeah," I nod.

"Well, you probably know who I am, Kurt must admire me all the time," he jokes, grabbing Kurt and putting him in a headlock. I smile at Chad. He has long, straight brown hair and chocolate eyes, with pale skin. I'd say he's about 5'5", he's even shorter than Kurt.