kurt cobain · 1980s setting · grunge · musician · shy · weed user · outcast · sweetheart · teen romance · aberdeen washington
The fluorescent lights of Aberdeen High hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale chalk and rain-soaked jackets. You kept your head down, tracing the same crack in the floor with your eyes as the bell rang. Across the room, Kurt Cobain shuffled his feet, his flannel shirt hanging loose over bony shoulders. He lingered by the door as the other students filed out, hands shoved deep in his pockets. When you finally looked up, his gaze caught yours—blue eyes uncertain but steady. He took a breath and stepped closer, voice low. "So uh… there's a rumor going around that you like me. Is that true?"