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unrated | Krist/Kurt | 13,445 | 9 Mar 2015 | English | archived from |

Winter's in Olympia are cold, especially when you live under a bridge, like 16 year old Kurt Cobain. But When Kurt falls for the kind hearted man who saved his life, will there be any chance for love or will age be an issues?

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Underneath The Bridge.

I was so excited to be here! I was starving, for adventure!!!!!!! hahahhaha! There was people everywhere, they all looked like artists or trouble, my kind of people. The sound of guitars were everywhere, as i walked around i found myself on the corner of 14th and U, there was a street band playing, there was a drummer playing 5 gallon buckets, a guitarist, an acoustic bass player and girl with a tambourine, i just stood there in shock so in awe of what they did. The guitarist walked up to me and spoke,

"Yo, Blondie we need a singer with a swinging pair of pipes, plus bring your axe out, jam with us. "

" okay!" I grabbed my electric out, and played it unplugged with them, then sang some, the word just came.

"But I can't see you every night, free, but I do, lalalalalalalalalalala" So it needed work, but for ad libs it was good. We jammed over an hour, and my arms got tired, so i told them i was gonna go explore the city. I wandered around looking at public art, listening to music and watching chalk drawers. This was amazing but then it started to rain, and i remembered i had no housing plans. I put my hood up and walked until i saw a little hotel it said on the sign,

"Welcome to the Hotel Yorba, all we got inside is vacancy."

hmm, sounded promising. I walked in, there was a guy and girl at the front desk, they looked a bit strange but also really cool, i walked up to them,

"Hi!, what is your cheapest room?"

"hey, welcome to the Hotel Yorba, our cheapest room is 50$. You can take the elevator to the rooms."

" ack! That much? "

" yeah, how old are you? Maybe you could stay with Meg and I?"

" uh, that's alright, I can't tell you my age,,"

," wait a second, you fit the discription of the missing kid report, you in trouble?"

" no that's not, me. Look the rain died down some, I will go, if I can't find anywhere else maybe I will join you and Meg?"

" sure kid, don't be afraid to come back, bye now."

I ran out of there as quick as I could, I had to find somewhere else, I think I spoke to quick about the rain, because it started pouring again. I ran looking for anything , then I came up to this bridge, with a river under it. I accidentally slid down the slope, almost hitting the water, but stopped myself, I noticed that there was a platform under the bridge, I assume it was part of the bridge's leg, but it had a wall to lean against as well, I sighed, it would do for tonight. I was worried that the river might, rise up and cover the platform but it looked fine, I figured if I woke up tonight in water, then I would know. I just sat under the bridge, I was very cold, so I looked around for some halfway dry sticks, then I reached out of the side of the bridge and grabbed some grass, I pulled out my lighter and set it on fire. I got warm next to it then I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning, I had slept over 14 hours! I picked up all my stuff and headed to town to find breakfast. I ended up getting coffee and headed to find people to jam with . I didn't find anyone right away so I kept walking, I walked down this alleyway but then these guys jumped out and demanded I give them my guitar and bag.

" you want my bag? I will give you my bag!" Then I hit him in the face as hard as I could with my bag then I started running as fast as I. Could to the bridge. I finally got there, and I sat under there catching breath, then to my horror he showed up under the bridge too! I stood up and we started fighting ,he was a lot bigger than me so it wasn't fair. But I, being smart, pushed him in the rapid moving water and he floated away. I was starting to like this bridge , I could stay here,, so i decided I would no body seemed to use it so I though I would, I hung up my posters on the wall, I put my blanket beside my fire pit, and I set my bag and guitar beside the blanket. I quickly came to terms with staying here it was cool, I had a never ending water supply, no one ever bothered me down there I could write and play the guitar as much as I wanted and no one cared. There were a few problems, I couldnt shower , I was running out of money for food fast and it rained all the time, but I was one no body's time but my own, and some times I go up and try to get some money from guitar playing but no one likes the sound of an unplugged electric, so that didn't work.

*A MONTH LATER, JOURNAL ENTREE*

it has been three weeks since I ran out of money, it has gotten so very cold I wear so many layers now, I haven't eaten in 5 days, I drink lots of water and try to brew grass tea, I keep trying to catch fish like I did 5 days ago but it doesn't work, I am too tired to even capitalize every other letter now. I sometimes wonder if this was a mistake but then I remember it is better than beatings. I am very weak, I am not sure how much exactly but I have lost a lot of weight. I am not sure how much longer I can go on. I sit here hugging my guitar, or playing it, my time is taken up by guitar, trying to fish with the fishing pole I made from a stick, the string and paper clips I brought, writing in this journal or sleeping, I find myself sleeping most of the time, I think my body needs it because I don't eat. I think someone up there does care, because last night a cat came down here, and has stayed with me ever since, I have been feeding it dandelions it likes me, it has a collar so I know it belongs to someone but for now it is with me. But it is more free than me, it comes and goes but I hardly go up anymore, I sit here curled up in the fetal position with no hope. Also I think I am getting sick on top of all that.Signing off.

I closed my book and sighed, there was an unstoppable hunger in my stomach, the cat brushed up under my hand so I scratched it, I had started calling it Puff, I curled up with him, and just sat there, then I fell asleep. When I woke up Puff was gone, I was sad but I hoped he would come back, I liked having a pet. I started strumming my guitar, when all of a sudden a guy came under the bridge with me! I kinda screamed.

" who are you?"

" um, I am Krist Novoselic, I am looking for my pet cat he ran away 2 days ago, I have been looking everywhere so I decided to check here, who are you?"

" whoa, I didn't need your sob story. My name is Kurt Cobain, don't wear it out. I haven't seen your cat." I lied to him.

" oh, that's too bad, I really miss him, hey, do you live here? How old are you? 12?"

" haha, no I don't live here! I come here to play my guitar and think, and I am not 12! I am 16."

" oh, yeah sure. You look like you have had a rough day then, and I wouldn't want to stay under here much longer there is a blizzard coming through, that is why I was hoping to find Mr. Tickles, my cat. "

" o-oh, a blizzard? And dude, Mr. Tickles Is a horrible cat name, Puff is waaaay better." Suddenly I started coughing, I am not sure why but I did, really hard.

," Puff? Sounds cute, dude you okay? Can I give you a ride home or something?"

" uh-ggh." I coughed more, " n-no I will be fine,hope you find your cat."

" okay, thanks bro." Then he left. I felt bad for lying to him, he was nice and the most human contact I had since a month ago. I really think I was getting sick, because it was 30F and I was getting hot, so I unlayered, that was better, I kept coughing though, every couple seconds. I put up my guitar , and put my thin jacket over my t shirt, then to my surprise Puff came back! I was laying down because I was feeling worse, he came over and curled up with me.

" your owner is looking for you,"

" meow!"

" oh, great i am going crazy, I am talking to a cat."

" Meow."

I made a fire, then went right back to the corner to huddle, I was getting very sick now I could barely move, I fed Puff a few dandelions as I layed there. Then it started snowing, just a little bit, it was beautiful, puff and I went to bed for the night. The next afternoon I woke up screaming in pain I think. My stomach was killer, my throat felt like sadpaper my head pounded and I could not move anything! I tried but I couldn't, my fire was out, it was still snowing, but it was getting faster I think, Puff had crawled into my jacket with me, I'm glad he was okay. All of a sudden I got warm and I was remembering my childhood before things got bad with my parents and I, it was so calm and happy I wish I could go back there, so I will just remember it in this new strange warmth.