As I Want You To Be

Easily Amused

Disclaimer: This story is NOT true, it is for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim to own or know any of the following depicted people/characters in this story. All events from here on through are strictly fictional. Don't sue me! D: enjoy.
Bella's POV:
It was the summer of 1991, and in a strange twist of events I found myself living on the streets of Aberdeen Washington. A place I had never been before, a place I was completely unfamiliar with. Let me begin, I had grown up and lived in Mississippi, but with the big dream of becoming an actress I knew I had no chance of making it in a small southern town. I had to get to California, Hollywood to be exact. Being the middle child of five brothers and sisters I often went unnoticed, I knew my big dream of fame would never come to light unless I made it happen all on my own. I left my family on that warm sticky day with $50 in my pocket and a bus ticket to Chicago, where I was going after, I had no idea..
(Past Time.)
Aberdeen was rainy and gray all the time, or at least just the last few days I had been here. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and headed towards an out of the way bridge I had spotted earlier. It was quiet and lucky enough no hobos were living underneath of it, so I took advantage. Spreading a blue blanket out over the sleek grass and brown dirt I plopped down, thanking Jesus the bridge shielded me from the never ending stream of mist that fell from the sky. I looked down at my tanned legs and chucks, I wore short shorts due to the heat and a black tank top. The aviators over my eyes were completely unnecessary but for whatever reason I felt invisible while wearing them.
I got to my feet and began balancing on a curb next to me, I walked back and forth with my arms out on each side pretending for just a moment that I was some sort of gymnast, staying focused as the crowd around me roared and chanted. In my mind they were rooting for me.
Suddenly I heard clapping, real clapping. I whipped my head towards the noise, a shorter man with longer blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stared at me, smiling.
"Now that's talent." He said laughing a little. I ignored his comment. "Damn, and I was hoping nobody ever came down here." I said in a not so nice tone.
"Well you're out of luck. All the locals know this bridge." I looked at him annoyed. "I'm not a local.." I grabbed my stuff and began walking back towards the dreary town. "Hey wait!" He yelled after me. I turned around. "You homeless?" He asked sounding a little concerned. "Temporarily." I nodded. "I have a place you can stay... I mean if you want." I couldn't help but to become nervous. "Look mister I'm not trading sex for housing, if that's what you're thinking." I tilted my head to one side. He began laughing again. "One, don't call me mister I'm probably not much older then you and two, I'm not looking for sex. Just want to help you out." I eyed him cautiously. "But why?" I asked. He shrugged, "because I've been where you are." I nodded, "okay ill come with you."
"What's your name anyway?" He asked as we walked towards his beat up looking van.
"Bella." I replied. "Yours?"
"Kurt. Kurt Cobain." He looked at me as if I was supposed to know exactly who he was..