Come As You Aren't

Chapter Two

I fixed my shiny hair in the mirror when the phone rang. "Hello?" I saw. 

"Angel. It's me, Axl." I sighed. It's definitely Axl Rose. Living in Los Angeles means meeting everyone, even celebrities. Axl had been stalking me for several months after I met him at a party. 

"What is it, Axl? I'm getting ready to go out." 

"I just wanted to ask if you're coming to Isabelle's party on Friday." 

"Duh? It's of course my best friend." 

Axl laughed, "great, I see you there." He hung up. I hated his arrogance. I put the phone back on the receiver and looked at it for a moment. I wanted to call Kurt, but I felt anxious about it. What if he did not really like me? What if he had forgotten me? I decided to brush off my anxious thoughts and found the card with the number in it, and called it on the phone. 

"Hello?" said a voice at the other end of the phone. 

"Hey, is this Kurt?" It was a long break, "It's Angel... From the festival." 

"Hey, Angel. I'm really glad you called." We talked for a few minutes before he asked me if I had time off on Friday night. I was thinking of Isabelle's party ... but this was Kurt Cobain. I'm sure she would understand. "I'm free, yes." 

"Great." He gave me his address, and we arranged a meeting on Friday at 8 p.m. "See you then, Angel." 

"See you then, Kurt."

YAUCHS POV 

"You have to tell her the truth, man." Mike said and watched as I paced quickly across my room. "What's wrong with pretending my name is Kurt? It's not so strange, is it? If I told her now ... she would never talk to me again." 

"That's not the point. You're pretending to be Kurt Cobain. Do not you think that's weird?" I went out on the patio. 

"Adam?" I called. 

"Yes man?" 

"Do you think I should tell Angel the truth?" 

"No fucking way. Not in a million years. " He answered. 

"See?" I turned to Mike. 

"He does not know anything about it," Mike said. "I do not know. Just hang out with her and see how it goes. Maybe you decide you do not even like her that much." 

"Great chance," I mumbled. The doorbell rang. My heart pound. I went to the front door and took a deep breath. I reached for the handle and opened it to see Angel. She looked even prettier than before, not so tired this time. Her black hair was tied up in a pretty ponytail, and she was wearing a silk blouse, denim shorts and sneakers. I was speechless. "Hey," she said bashfully. "Hi," I replied, "you, you look good." "Thank you," she smiled, "so do you."