i hope it's long enough..
She stood there in front of her full-length mirror, smoothing over the wrinkles in her clothing. She could never remember feeling this anxious about seeing him. Especially seeing as it was Kurt, he could care less about how smooth her clothes looked.
Her reflection stared back at her. Somehow her slim figure taunted her. Is there such a thing as being too skinny? The brownish plaid skirt she wore, which was looser than it should have been, seemed to answer her question quite clearly. Yes, there is such a thing, and she was nearly there.
Still, her brown Joplin t-shirt hugged her body well enough, to prove her figure wasn’t extreme yet.
Figure aside, she figured she looked decent enough with her combat boots, plaid skirt, brown t-shirt, and loose hair. She had to suck it up, and finally confront him.
Rebecca grabbed her coat and ran out the door.
He had called her an hour earlier, and told her that when it came time, she should look for him in the park, located next to his house, because he was in the middle of writing new songs and often ventured there to clear his mind. So she did what he said.
As she walked through the park, she tried to go through the conversation in her mind. She would sit down next to him, make direct eye contact, and just tell it like it is. He would initially be taken aback, but would understand completely and not shut her out at all afterwards. He would then throw Courtney to the curb and immediately start a family with his newfound love.
Yeah right.
She could vaguely see the specific part of the park that Kurt defined as his favorite. But he had made her promise that she wouldn’t tell a soul about where he would be. Otherwise, he’d never be able to have real peace and quiet. This had given her the impression that she was the only other person who knew about it, but as she got closer to said spot, she began to realize she was dead wrong.
She recognized the blonde mess atop a pale head, that rested on a more-or-less perfectly shaped body, as that of Courtney Love, the woman she’d decided she’d murder first if she ever became homicidal. Courtney was sitting on the bench that Kurt said he often sat on when seeking inspiration. He’d been forced to wear sunglasses and other various things to conceal his identity, but Courtney’s face was in full view. Unfortunately. She took a drag from a battered cigarette, and exhaled it into the air, just before realizing that she too wasn’t the only one who knew about Kurt’s ‘secret.’
‘‘Um, hello.’’
‘‘Wow,’’ Courtney laughed, ‘‘you’re the last person I expected to see here.’’
‘‘I suspect we’re here for the same reason, though…’’
‘‘I suppose so.’’ Another drag and exhale. ‘‘Here, sit down.’’ She patted the seat of the bench, next to where she sat.
‘‘Thank you. So…’’
‘‘So, indeed. I thought I’d surprise him, here. He hasn’t been home in a little over 48 hrs. I got worried. I tried calling him, but had no luck. I'd assumed he'd be here.’’
‘‘Interesting. I’d told him I needed to talk, so he told me that I should check here when I was ready, and if he wasn’t here, I should check Dylan’s place. Then we would’ve gone out to a crappy diner or something like that. ’’
‘‘Really… and what is it you planned on talking to him about? How you could ruin my marriage?’’
Calm conversations never last between the two of them. Sardonic quips and bitter silences often tend to dominate the atmosphere when they’re near each other.
‘‘I would never dream of doing something so wretched.’’
Obvious lie. She’d actually had a lovely dream about it 3 nights ago.
‘‘Really, now.’’
‘‘Yes, really.’’
‘‘I don’t believe you,’’ she dropped her cigarette to the floor and stomped it out, all the while keeping her blue eyes fixed on Rebecca’s face.
‘‘Suit yourself.’’
‘‘I should really get going. I have something to attend to, so screw him. It was nice talking you, though.’’
She walked off into the distance, back the way she came.
Rebecca sat there, on the bench. She stared at the grass and breathed in the crisp air. The sun was in the midst of setting, so she’d promised herself that if he didn’t show up by the time it was done, she’d get up and search elsewhere. There still was a chance he’d come and she didn’t want to miss him if he did. She felt she desperately needed to get this off her chest.
It was slowly getting darker and darker. Colder and colder. She held her jacket closer to her body.
Her reflection stared back at her. Somehow her slim figure taunted her. Is there such a thing as being too skinny? The brownish plaid skirt she wore, which was looser than it should have been, seemed to answer her question quite clearly. Yes, there is such a thing, and she was nearly there.
Still, her brown Joplin t-shirt hugged her body well enough, to prove her figure wasn’t extreme yet.
Figure aside, she figured she looked decent enough with her combat boots, plaid skirt, brown t-shirt, and loose hair. She had to suck it up, and finally confront him.
Rebecca grabbed her coat and ran out the door.
He had called her an hour earlier, and told her that when it came time, she should look for him in the park, located next to his house, because he was in the middle of writing new songs and often ventured there to clear his mind. So she did what he said.
As she walked through the park, she tried to go through the conversation in her mind. She would sit down next to him, make direct eye contact, and just tell it like it is. He would initially be taken aback, but would understand completely and not shut her out at all afterwards. He would then throw Courtney to the curb and immediately start a family with his newfound love.
Yeah right.
She could vaguely see the specific part of the park that Kurt defined as his favorite. But he had made her promise that she wouldn’t tell a soul about where he would be. Otherwise, he’d never be able to have real peace and quiet. This had given her the impression that she was the only other person who knew about it, but as she got closer to said spot, she began to realize she was dead wrong.
She recognized the blonde mess atop a pale head, that rested on a more-or-less perfectly shaped body, as that of Courtney Love, the woman she’d decided she’d murder first if she ever became homicidal. Courtney was sitting on the bench that Kurt said he often sat on when seeking inspiration. He’d been forced to wear sunglasses and other various things to conceal his identity, but Courtney’s face was in full view. Unfortunately. She took a drag from a battered cigarette, and exhaled it into the air, just before realizing that she too wasn’t the only one who knew about Kurt’s ‘secret.’
‘‘Um, hello.’’
‘‘Wow,’’ Courtney laughed, ‘‘you’re the last person I expected to see here.’’
‘‘I suspect we’re here for the same reason, though…’’
‘‘I suppose so.’’ Another drag and exhale. ‘‘Here, sit down.’’ She patted the seat of the bench, next to where she sat.
‘‘Thank you. So…’’
‘‘So, indeed. I thought I’d surprise him, here. He hasn’t been home in a little over 48 hrs. I got worried. I tried calling him, but had no luck. I'd assumed he'd be here.’’
‘‘Interesting. I’d told him I needed to talk, so he told me that I should check here when I was ready, and if he wasn’t here, I should check Dylan’s place. Then we would’ve gone out to a crappy diner or something like that. ’’
‘‘Really… and what is it you planned on talking to him about? How you could ruin my marriage?’’
Calm conversations never last between the two of them. Sardonic quips and bitter silences often tend to dominate the atmosphere when they’re near each other.
‘‘I would never dream of doing something so wretched.’’
Obvious lie. She’d actually had a lovely dream about it 3 nights ago.
‘‘Really, now.’’
‘‘Yes, really.’’
‘‘I don’t believe you,’’ she dropped her cigarette to the floor and stomped it out, all the while keeping her blue eyes fixed on Rebecca’s face.
‘‘Suit yourself.’’
‘‘I should really get going. I have something to attend to, so screw him. It was nice talking you, though.’’
She walked off into the distance, back the way she came.
Rebecca sat there, on the bench. She stared at the grass and breathed in the crisp air. The sun was in the midst of setting, so she’d promised herself that if he didn’t show up by the time it was done, she’d get up and search elsewhere. There still was a chance he’d come and she didn’t want to miss him if he did. She felt she desperately needed to get this off her chest.
It was slowly getting darker and darker. Colder and colder. She held her jacket closer to her body.