everlong

the other woman

"Would you like to explain what happened last night?" Lisa whisper yelled as Dave walked into his home. His mother and sister were sitting at the dining room table, their arms crossed. He sighed and ran a hand through his soft brown hair.

"I was with Jules. I know you can put two and two together.." He muttered, staring up at the ceiling. He heard Lisa chuckle, and his mother scold her. "Lucky you, Rosie hasn't woken up. She's been out cold." She reported, cocking her head towards the stair case. "Good." He muttered.

"David, you need to get it together." His mother sighed with a frown. "I know, mom." He said, frustrated. They didn't understand what it was like, having feelings for the girl your with, but still being hung up on your ex.

They would never understand.

"We made you coffee." She said, pointing at the kitchen counter. "Thanks." He mumbled. Even though he had previously had a mug with Julia, he could still use more caffeine. Right as he sat back down at the table with the cup of coffee, Rosie made her way down the steps.

"Hey hon." He called, smiling softly. "You're up early." She commented, wearing a half smile. "Mhm." He muttered as he took a long sip.

As she walked over and kissed him softly, all he could imagine was Julia, and her heavenly lips against his. A shiver ran down his spine.

Would shit always be like this?

December 27th, 1993

"How was your Christmas?" Kurt asked me as we walked up to the billionth hotel room we had occupied. Courtney was in front of us, carrying Frances. "I almost forgot to ask!" Courtney called, turning around.

"It was fine. Just finished some stuff for work, had a few drinks." I lied, shrugging my shoulders. If they only knew the Christmas night I had..

"Doll, that sounds tragic." She said, her pouty lips falling into a frown. I rolled my eyes. "I was fine! You guys don't need to worry so much." I laughed, throwing my arms up.

"Whatever you say.." Kurt muttered, unlocking our door. I sighed heavily, and followed the two inside. I followed the routine I had implemented for myself, which was to immediately retrieve the room service menu, and divert my eyes straight to the wine section.

"I can't believe its already almost '94." I muttered, my attention still on the list of wines I had to select from. "Me either. It feels like it was just yesterday that we all met." She agreed, shaking her head.

I had finally picked out what I wanted. I picked up the phone and called the front desk. I was met by the voice of a less than enthusiastic employee. Couldn't exactly blame her. It was 1 A.M. I completely butchered the foreign name of the wine, but she could understand what I wanted.

I told her our room number and the last name it was under, then hung up the phone. "I'm gonna smoke a cigarette," Kurt announced, sliding the glass door open the the balcony. "Me too." I said, joining him.

I scurried out to the balcony, and plopped down into one of the deck chairs. He smiled a bit once he saw me. "Hi." He whispered, smoke coming from his mouth.

"Hey." I said, pulling out my pack and lighter. "How are you?" I asked, lighting the cigarette. "Ok. You?" He answered, passing the question back to her. "The same." I replied, chuckling. He laid his head down onto my shoulder. I smiled and ran my free hand through his soft, blonde locks.

"Courtney and I are finally legally divorced." He said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Well, how do you feel?" I frowned, continuing to stroke his hair. "Good, and bad. Good because I'm finally free, and bad because I let Frances down." He said, his voice dropping at the end.

"Kurt, you guys did not let her down. This happens all the time." I explained gently. "What if she ends up like me?" He whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "What, you mean that she ends up to be a kind, creative, intelligent woman? Yeah, I sure fucking hope she ends up like you."

"What if she ends up being a depressed junkie?" He croaked, ignoring my initial response. "Enough of this! Stop dragging yourself down this way, Kurt!" I cried, raising my voice. "Its true." He muttered.

I stood up, and crouched down in front of him. I felt a wet veil of tears cover my eyes as I shakily took his hand. "You're my favorite person, kurty. It hurts me so badly when you drag yourself down this way." I said, bringing his soft hand to my face.

I felt an unfamiliar tingling sensation on my cheek as his hand caressed it.

"Stop treating yourself this way. You're my other half and I can't take you being so hard on yourself." I said, frowning. "You don't want to hurt me, do you?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow upwards. "Of course not." He replied quietly, looking me dead in the eye.

"Then stop saying dumb shit about yourself." I said, kissing his hand, then dropping it. "I love you." He said sadly, quickly wiping his tears away.

"Love you more, Cobain."