Life With Cobain

Tour

"I do, I do." I sing into the microphone. I push my sweat - dampened hair out of my face. We're touring, promoting Bleach. It hasn't sold that well, but it's sold. I can't imagine how the big stars cope. It's hard and I'm not even famous. Plus, I'm missing Robin. I wonder what she's doing right now? She's a few months now, about eight. I've been gone for so long. Eight whole months. I've visited, but not for long enough. A few weeks, tops. I've noticed a change in her though. She seems more distant, always daydreaming. I can never tell what she's thinking about. It worries me, mostly, but maybe she's thinking about Dad. He's okay, doing better than before, but still at a worrying state. I just hope to God he's gonna be okay.

Nirvana's meeting up with the Smashing Pumpkins tonight. It's nice to be able to collaborate with other bands. Give me something to do other than sit and moap about not being able to see Robin. Better than nothing.

"Hey, guys!" Mike Byrnes, drummer of Smashing Pumpkins, greets us. I smile and say hi back. Nicole smiles at me. I look around for the others. They're usually here.

"Hey. Where's the others?" I ask Nicole. She shrugs.

"They were supposed to meet us here." I nod.

"Okay."

"Kurt, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Courtney." Mike gestures to a blonde girl with bright red lipstick on. She looks a little messy and slutty, but pretty all in all.

"Hey, Courtney. Nice to meet you." I wave at her and she waves back.

"Hi, Kurt!" She basically shouts. She's loud. "Nice eyes," she compliments.

"Uh, thanks." I fake smile at her. I only like it when Robin says anything about my eyes. I sit a little uncomfortably in my chair. I can still see her staring at me from the corner of my eye.

"So, Kurt, what do you play?" I feel like if I don't reply, it'll be rude, so I answer.

"Lead guitar and I sing."

"Oh really? Me too. I'm in a band called Hole. You?"

"Nirvana."

"Cool. Isn't that, like, some holy religious Buddah shit?"

"I guess so," I reply. God, she's annoying, but she's cool. I turn my head to Krist.

"Krist, when are we going home?" I whine. I'm tired, homesick, and I think I over-dosed on heroin. Yes, I do take heroin now. It helps. If I feel like a junkie all the time, why not be one?

I'm wearing my over-sized red-and-black striped jumper. It smells of Robin. There's just a little bit of her sweet vanilla scent there. I use it to cover up the scars on my arms from constantly shooting up. They're everywhere. I don't know how to stop... It just makes me feel so happy, like I'm floating on the clouds.

"Oh, going so soon?" Nicole asked, frowning. Sometimes I wonder if she likes me. She probably doesn't. I'm just being weird.

"Yeah, sorry to be a buzz-kill. Kinda tired," I answer truthfully. I feel like I'm gonna faint.

"We were all gonna go back to Courtney's place. Well, see ya guys." Mike smiles and wraps his arm around Courtney's waist. Courtney shoots me wink before they all leave. I shake off the fact that she just winked at me, and Krist, Chad and I head over to a pizza place before going to the hotel.

"I'm sorry, guys," I sigh. "You could've gone back to Courtney's if you wanted."

"Yeah, Kurt! Your lazy ass screwed up a chance to get laid!" Krist exclaims. Chad purses his lips and nods in agreement. I roll my eyes and flip onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. Then the phone rings.

"Hello?" Krist answers it. "She what?" He sounds shocked. I shoot right up from my bed. Is he talking about Robin?

"Kurt, it's for you." He gives me the phone, which I take with shaking hands. Steady Kurt, everything's okay.

"He-hello? This is Kurt." A woman's voice comes down the line. I can't recognise it, but it sounds familiar. Kinda like...Robin's. But it's all cracked and weak, just a croaky whisper.

"Hey Kurt. Remember me?"

Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in a while. I wanted to at least put something up, so here is the next chapter! Hope you enjoy this.

-XCobainandIX

P. S. Sorry for any mistakes or confusing you