wednesdays were kurt's least favorite day. the rush hour between the shitty beginning and end of a shitty week.
same ol', same ol' routine.
it had been a wednesday when the amber-eyed boy returned. his lunch dropped softly on a sturdy table. all that shook were his hands.
"you don't have to lie."
the boy had been soft. his voice was a mixture of lilacs and honey.
a very good mixture.
"i know."
kurt's covered had been busted twice between monday and wednesday. it had only taken one period before the rumors began.
swimming, sinking, shapely rumors.
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lake of fire , k. cobain
Fanfiction"people cry and people moan, look for a dry place to call their home. . ." • • • IN WHICH chris cambria's journals fall into the hands of kurt cobain after a day spent at the wishkah, leaving him to dissect the remains of a seemingly perished m...
