beautiful son

Doc Martens

Evelyn put the phone down and exhaled. What to wear? Hmmm. She walked over to her wardrobe and looked at all her clothes. After procrastinating for long enough, she finally decided on wearing a Pixies t shirt, denim booty shorts with a leather belt, fishnets and her favourite Docs.

Evelyn normally only wore her Docs on a special occasion. They were her favourite shoes. She saved up on two months wages (she worked as a waitress) to buy them.

As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, Evelyn quickly applied a flick of eyeliner, some black eyeshadow  and some dark red lipstick. She smiled at her reflection for once. 

Shit! She thought. Her cuts. You could see them when she only had a t shirt on. Evelyn went to itch one since her arm was itchy (well no shit Sherlock) and her cut started to bleed. Ahh. She felt bad, but it comforted her. No! I need to stop thinking like this! She thought. Evelyn quickly walked to the wardrobe and picked out a baggy, dark green flannel shirt. That's better.

To pass the time, Evelyn watched music videos on mtv and ate Cheeze-It's. The time finally came for her to go to Lyra's house at last, she walked down the street as Lyra lived only a few doors down the road.

Rat-a-tat-tat! She knocked. Lyra's beaming face smiled at her and she motioned for Evelyn to come in.

'So. Kurt Cobain eh? Who would've thought it?' Evelyn muttered.

'I know! Wonder what he looks like now?' Lyra said.

'Hmm yeah. Don't remember much about him, but damn his eyes were such a lovely blue colour.' Exclaimed Evelyn. 

'Someone sounds keen to meet him! Well we better get going, gig starts soon, might get chance to chat with him before!' Lyra chirped, excitement oozing from her.

~time skip to arrival at the gig~

The venue was pretty small. Some dark and dingy bar, but Evelyn didn't mind. Her and Lyra went up to the bar and ordered a pint of lager each. As they were staring to relax, Evelyn sensed someone behind her. She shivered, she got nervous easy, and a hand tapped her on the shoulder. 

'Ahh shit! Fuck shit fuck!' Evelyn shouted as she tumbled off her stool. 

'Hey. You ok there?' She heard a low and raspy voice. Evelyn decided to look up. 

Eyes. Blue and beaming. Captivating. She knew those eyes. She knew that face. Kurt Cobain. It was really him! 'Kurt...? Fancy seeing you here.' 

'Well it is my band's gig... what's your name by the way?' He said, with some light sarcasm to the first bit.

'Evelyn. I went to high school with you, I think we sat together in math or something.' Evelyn fumbled.

'Oh yeah I remember you. Do you need help getting up? You're still on the ground.' Kurt chuckled to himself. 

He went to pull her arms up so she could get on her feet again. 'KURT! I'M FINE!' Evelyn said just a little too loudly. 'Evelyn I was only trying to be polite..' he muttered, hurt flashed in his eyes. His arms were still gripped on hers and her flannel sleeve slid up slightly. A few cuts became visible, the fresher ones. Evelyn fought to pull down her sleeve. She hoped he didn't see. He did. If just for a second, he still saw. His brow furrowed.

'So...Evelyn..and..?' Kurt trailed off.

'Lyra. Pleased to meet you Kurt!' Lyra smiled, going to shake his hand.

'Hey. Anyways I uh I better go now, the guys will be waiting for me.' 

'Oh...right. Might catch you later yeah?' Evelyn said. She barely even had a five minute chat with and he was gone. I wonder what his music is gonna be like, she thought.

'What a way to make a first impression ay! Falling off your stool like that!' Lyra laughed raucously.

'Shut it you! You know what I'm like, always stuffing it up.' Evelyn mumbled, slightly blushing.

Lyra didn't get chance to give a good come back as the first few chords to a song she had not heard before started playing.....