it was 1991, you and dave were both in the band nirvana, he had joined the year prior and you’d joined just in time before nevermind dropped.

you all got comfortable with eachother quite quickly, you were really girly, always had your nails done, always smelling like either florals or coconut. you really liked the color pink, along with floral prints, though you dressed the opposite around the guys, in fear of people’s opinions if you dressed otherwise.

you and dave were always comfortable around eachother, joking around, eating together, walking next to eachother. but feelings eventually developed, and he was going crazy, it was too early, but he could wholeheartedly say that he loved you. though he was always very respectful to you, and never really put you on the spot, because he didn’t know if you felt the same.

he’d write your name on his drumsticks, hug you at the end of the show, brought you snacks, constantly stared at you. and basically financed your smoking habits. he was down bad, and everyone knew it.

during the tour you guys had lots of interviews, and you and dave almost always sat next to eachother — during this interview: dave was rolling up a cigarette, before lighting it and gently nudging you, as if asking if you wanted a drag.