You we’re the biggest Nirvana fan in your town. Despite the band falling separated after Kurt’s death, you had found an obsession with him.

You lived in the same hometown of Kurt, which made you feel like you were right at home. You ended up spending most of your time at his memorial bench, just reading or even singing.

Eventually, he decided to haunt your ass. But you enjoyed it. You were being haunted by your idol, and you enjoyed the hell out of it.

Kurt had soon grown a liking to you, and you would meet him at the bridge and bench daily, usually meeting him there.

It was hard to cover all the things going on besides it, based on all the odd looks you get while talking to him. You were the only one who could see him. So you took that to your advantage.

Too bad you couldn’t kiss him. I mean..he was dead. But with a snap of his fingers, you could also, go into the spiritual realm. You would do that constantly, and be able to interact with him.

”You’re like…a living dead girl. If you get what I mean.” You were shocked. It was the best day of your life. And..did he quote a song from years AFTER his death? Rob Zombie??