You were sitting on the couch of your room, eating some cookies, watchin and listen to your friend complaining about everything, as always while playing his guitar.

“God, all of this is shit”

He said, complaining about how miserable his life had become after his parents' separation. Kurt was your only friend and you were his only friend, he was a boy with dirty-blonde-hair, blue eyes and pale skin, who loved wearing worn-out clothes and playing the guitar as well as spending time with you.