"In which bedroom?" I asked. Kurt pointed up the stairs to his room.
"Coooooolll." I said. I was at a loss of words. Kinda want him to give me my present, kinda don't wanna be rude.
"Want me to give it to you now?" He laughed. I nodded and followed him up the stairs.
"This is cool that you actually got me a present and stuff because even my mom hasn't given me any gifts yet. I got a necklace and a picture frame from my friends but my m-"
Kurt kissed me.
"Uhm.." I said. "I. uh... Um..."
"Shh." He smirked.
"Did you just.."
"Yup." He smiled. "It was a pretty lame present. It was more for me than it was for you."
I felt like my internal organs got all scrambled together like a deck of cards or a Rubix cube.
"Well I uh.. I enjoyed it.." I started.
"Really?" His face lit up. I nodded.
"I mean... you're Kurt Cobain. Who couldn't love you?" I laughed.
"Well thanks. But don't you think it's a bit odd.. considering that I'm nine years older than you. Even more if I hadn't been 27 for the past twenty years." He said.
"So... like 29 years. You're like 29 years older than me." I said.
"Incorrect." He started. "I've lived 29 more years than you. I'm only nine years older."
"Jesus. This is too confusing." I said. He hugged me close.
"I hope that you can oversee this.."
"I love you Kurt." I said. He looked at me.
"Eleanor.. I.." He said.
"You..?"
"I love you."
