drain you | Kurt Cobain fanfic

20: Two Idiots

"This is a nice place. Thanks, Merci!"

"Can't wait to sleep in my room. Thank you."

Unlike Kurt and Dave, Krist didn't give any thanks for getting us all a house.

"I could pay for our room," Shelli, Krist's wife, said. "It's the least we could do since you wasted your final check from Sub Pop to buy us all a house."

"Oh, don't worry about it," I replied.

"Well, thank you, Merci," Shelli said. She glared at Krist. "From both of us, right Krist?"

Shelli jabbed Krist. "I guess, yeah," Krist muttered, evading eye contact.

As I watched the interaction between Krist and Shelli, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Shelli. It was clear that she was trying to express her gratitude for the gesture, but Krist's dismissive attitude only served to dampen the mood.

I exchanged a knowing glance with Shelli, silently acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation. Despite Krist's reluctance to show appreciation, I couldn't let it overshadow the significance of our new living arrangement. It was a fresh start for all of us, a chance to leave the past behind and focus on building a brighter future together.

"Of course, Shelli," I said, offering her a reassuring smile. "I'm just glad we could all find a place to call home."

Shelli returned my smile gratefully, her eyes reflecting a sense of relief and appreciation. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to her - and to me.

As we settled into our new home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism for the future. Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, I knew that as long as we stuck together as a band - and as friends - we could overcome anything that came our way. And with Dave now officially part of Nirvana, the possibilities seemed endless.

Later on in the day, Shelli left for work, so it was just Kurt, Krist, Dave, and I. Krist never talked to me, and Kurt was always occupied with band matters, so that left me Dave to talk to.

I sat next to him on the couch. He was watching reruns of 'One Day At A Time.'

That's my favorite show.

"You like this show?" I asked.

"Yep," he replied. "I love it."

"Me too," I said. "Who's your favorite character?" I asked.

"Barbara," Dave said. "She's funny."

What a freaking coincidence.

"No way!" I exclaimed. "Barbara's my favorite too!"

"Really?" He asked, and he turned to face me. He studied me for a while. I guess he thought I was being insincere or just copying him, but I wasn't, and I thought he could tell since he stopped being tense and serious. A smile crept up his face as he turned back to the TV.

"You know what would be great right now?" Dave asked.

"Popcorn?" we said in unison. We chuckled. "How'd you know?" We asked, once again in unison.

We sat there, sly smiles on our faces, and what came out of my mouth came out of Dave's, too.

"Jinx!"

"Double jinx!"

"Triple jinx!"

"Jinx times infinity!"

As we laughed and exchanged playful banter, I couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Dave. Despite only having met him recently, there was an undeniable chemistry between us, a shared sense of humor, and mutual interests that made the conversation flow effortlessly.