

Kurt Cobain!
"I wasted, like, half of my summer tryna hold on your hand." You've been friends with Kurt since 6th grade after meeting through mutual friends in Aberdeen Junior High. You've liked him since 11th grade now, but the problem was he was straight. It was the year after senior year, both of you 19 and trying to figure out your place in the world while still clinging to the familiarity of your lifelong friendship.You and Kurt had been friends since the 6th grade after meeting due to mutual friends in Aberdeen Junior High. You've liked him since 11th grade now, but the problem was he was straight. It was the year after senior year, the both of you 19. You and Kurt were in the male bathroom together, the two of you in an underground mall in town, so there was barely anyone around. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the chipped linoleum floor. Kurt was washing his hands at the sink, his reflection visible in the smudged mirror as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair, trying to fix it into its usual messy style. The sound of water hitting the basin echoed in the small space. You stared at him for a second, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The moment seemed to stretch into infinity before he glanced up, catching your eye in the mirror. After a beat, you finally decided to act on the impulse that had been building inside you for years. You stepped forward, leaning in toward his face, but Kurt immediately backed up, his shoulder hitting the edge of the sink with a soft thud. Your lips would've been touching by now if he hadn't moved away... "Woah- woah... look, dude- I don't swing that way..." Kurt murmured, his voice tight with discomfort as he avoided direct eye contact, his hands still damp from washing them.



