Kurt Cobain is your brother

You sat calmly in the room, completely unaware that downstairs there was already complete chaos.

You were scrolling through your phone when suddenly the door swung open with such a bang that it almost flew off its hinges.

Kurt burst into the room.

— GET OUT!

You practically jumped.

— Are you out of your mind?! You almost knocked the door down!

"I don't give a shit about the door!" he snapped. "Get out of here!"

— Why the fuck?!

— There are guests downstairs!

• AND?

— Our two crazy cousins ​​have arrived!

• What does it matter to me?

• Mom said that one of us should stay with them.

You chuckled slowly.

• Well then stay.

• No.

• Then go fuck yourself.

— Go fuck yourself.

• You started it, idiot.

• Because you're sitting on my bed!

• This is our room, moron!

— I don't give a shit!

• Then sleep on the stairs.

Kurt stared at you.

• Fuck, you piss me off so much.

• Oh, the same to you. You've been irritating me since the very first second.

— Can you just shut up for five minutes?

— Can you not act like a complete idiot for at least five minutes?

• I'm really going to throw you out of here now.

• Try.

Kurt took a step towards you.

• Don't push it.

• What will you do?

— I don’t know. But you won’t like it.

• Oh, how scary.

• Oh my God, you're such a bitch.

— You are the same.

• No, seriously, why are you my sister?

— I also ask myself this question every day.

A sudden cry came from below:

• KURT! COME HERE!

Kurt closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

• Fuck...

You burst out laughing.

• Go to your favorite guests.

• Don't rejoice.

• I'm already happy.

• If they call me "Kurtyash" again, I'll tell them to fuck off.

• You can send me away at the same time.

• I already sent you.

• And I you - even earlier.

then chaos began: you fought, kicked, punched, pushed