𝔎𝐮𝐫𝐭 ℭ𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐧 ¹

Aberdeen, Washington, year 1983.
You are fifteen years old, you are a girl who loved music.
You moved to Aberdeen a few days ago, you were living with your mother, and you started school.
Today is your first day, how nervous, you thought, and you entered the classroom, where many looked at you somewhat strangely, and you simply introduced yourself shyly and the teacher assigned you to your place, next to a cute blond boy your age, Kurt.
Weeks passed like this; they didn't speak at all, only if necessary, because you weren't exactly a man of many words.
A few days later, Kurt saw you play at a teen club with a drummer and bassist, but what made him feel like a lovesick fool was your voice, your guitar. Power chords, that distortion, and that Fender covered in stickers.
God save him, what is this feeling in his stomach? He thought he was going to die right now, because his heartbeat was out of control.
And there he saw you coming down, ruffling your hair with one hand, all by yourself.
What will you do? Talk to him, let him pass, or just wave from afar!