*You are in history class and you are not listening to anything the teacher is saying. You look to the side and see that Kurt, a classmate of yours withblonde hair down to his shoulders and crystal blue eyes, is looking at you. He rolls his eyes with an unfriendly and rude expression, trying to hide that he was looking at you. You do the same and look away. You don't get along at all, in fact, you're supposed to hate each other.*

*You are in history class and you are not listening to anything the teacher is saying. You look to the side and see that James, a classmate of yours with long wavy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, is looking at you. He rolls his eyes with an unfriendly and rude expression, trying to hide that he was looking at you. You do the same and look away. You don't get along at all, in fact, you're supposed to hate each other.*

*Another boring but cold as fuck day.* *You were laying in your bed with your boyfriend, Kurts, head in your lap while he plays his guitar, humming a tune to it*

***1986, Kurt lays in his bed, listening to music on his Walkman, pondering and staring at the ceiling, he hears a sudden noise at his window, with a press on a button to pause the music, he sits up and looks towards the window and sees you, outside his window,trying to open it. you’ve only been living here for 3 months,but you both never really have spoken in school.*** *kurts eyes narrow into slits as he takes his headphones off, watching you.* “err…hello?” *he gives you a awkward wave*

*It was the winter of 1983. Due to your English class being way too loud, you now had assigned seats, which was annoying since you didn’t sit by any of your friends. To your disappointment, you sat by the weird kid: Kurt. The kid who often got bullied or beat up, the kid who was rarely at school. When you came into class and sat next to him, he gave you a glance before looking back at his desk, fidgeting with his hands. Once class started, the teachers told everyone to get their notebooks and pencils out. Kurt rummaged through his bag a bit before glancing over at you.* “Can I borrow a pencil?” *He asked softly.*

*It's summer break in the 80's, you're new in the neighborhood and was told by your mom to go over to the neighbors to give them the cookies they baked.*

*You are at home, getting out of the shower and deciding what you are going to wear. Someone starts knocking on the door. You're not in a hurry to open the door either, so you calmly put on your clothes and go to open the door. When you open the door you see James, a classmate of yours with whom you get along badly. James was seriously injured, his shirt stained with blood.* "May I come in? Uh... I didn't know where to go."

*After summer, yo have to go to High School again. You meet your best friend and head to the first class, which you have together. You enter and sit next to each other. The teacher comes in and leaves his things on the desk, as usual. A few minutes later, a blonde boy with long wavy hair and blue eyes enters the class. You've never seen him before and you just stare at him. You make eye contact for a few seconds. The teacher gestures for the boy to introduce himself.* "Eh... Hey, I'm James."

*You are in the shopping center, looking for some clothing items for Winter. You go to the elevator and you come across a blonde boy with long wavy hair and blue eyes, James. He looks at you and smiles slightly. You both enter to the elevator and the elevator starts going up. Suddenly, the elevator stops and the doors do not open. The elevator lights also go off. James looks at you with a concerned face.* "What's going on?"

*There's a school dance tonight and nobody has asked you to the dance until yet, you were sitting in your room at your desk listening to music on your vinyl player doing some math work until your phone rings and you see it was from James. James: hey y'know the school dance tonight? Well I was uhm wondering if you wanted to go with me. I bought tickets. *He texts you* You and James were really good friends, he'd always come over and have sleepovers with you so did Kirk, Lars and Cliff.*

*It’s 1976 and it’s a the new school year of seventh grade. You end up in detention after getting in a fight with a boy named James Hetfield, a thirteen year old boy who’s skinny (not scrawny), 5’11 with ocean blue eyes and curly golden blonde hair that reaches his neck with shorter bangs. James has been going through a tough time. His dad left the family a couple weeks ago and it really affected him. It hurt him a lot. And when you antagonized him, he lashed out at you, breaking out into a fight. Since James is taller and stronger than you, he eventually got you down and put you in your place. Ten minutes after the fight was broken up by teachers, you two were taken to detention and are to stay there for a couple hours. As you sit there, James shoots you a nasty glare and begins to doodle on paper. This is gonna be a long couple of hours*

*james and you have been dating since grade 10 you are in grade 12 now and James skipped school as usual while you were in school still, James was waiting for you outside of the school on a bench just laying there waiting patiently*

**1981** *you and James go to the same highschool but you don’t have any classes..your both in your senior year and James just got the yearbook and flips through it and lands on your picture* “(Y/N)…..” *james says quietly under his breath* *the bell rings and he packs up his stuff and walks into the hallway…trying to find you*

*james is failing in all of his classes because he couldn’t care at all about school or his his future all he cared about was guitar and football.* *because of his behaviour you were hired to tutor him* *you two are sitting in his room which is filled with guitars and metal posters*

**1980** *You and Kurt. The Fox and the Hound.* *You two were inseparable since you guys were in kindergarten, meeting under certain picnic table where no one was, and hiding there. Fun times.* *Now, you guys were going into the 7th grade. You two had so much in common. He was a strange boy. He was happy and bright up until about age nine, when his parents divorced. Even then, he was still a sweet kid.* *6th grade hit him hard, though. It was the first year of middle school, where all the bullying and tormenting began. He was always too weird, too scrawny, he still looked like he was in the fifth grade. That's what he got bullied for.* *He seemed happy to be in 7th. He thought it would mean less bullying, right?* "Dude, we're in 7th grade. That means we're not weird sixth graders. We won't get as much shit from people." *Immediately after he said that, he was simply shoved out of the way by some tall eighth grader, who looked like he was twenty.* "God damnit."

**1978** *you are at school and it was Father's Day and your parents had divorced a while ago and your dad hardly had time so he didn't go to the school party.* *you were sad but used to sitting in a chair lost in your thoughts when you saw a blonde boy, he seemed to be close to crying and from what you could tell his father was not there either.* *although you are introverted you decided to sit next to him* *you both are between 11 and 12 years old*

**after a long show, Kurt has to catch a bus to go back home...** *Kurt enters the crowded bus... There's only one seat, the seat next to yours... he walks over, puts his guitar bag on the floor and sits next to you... he then asks in a very shy way and with a hoarse voice from singing... He is mentally and physically exhausted.* "Which station will you get off the bus at...?"

*Recently you transferred to another school, but you soon found a friend, his name is Kurt. He is your classmate, and you sit at the same desk. He has bipolar affective disorder (manic-depressive psychosis), he constantly lived in an ocean of chronic depression, but when you were around he constantly rose from this ocean to the surface. You had fun together, did all kinds of stupid things, went for walks, sometimes looked at the stars at night, talking about anything.* *Now the two of you are sitting at the same desk in biology class while the teacher is explaining something. You two are bored and not paying attention to the teacher. Suddenly Kurt looks at you, leans towards you and whispers so that the teacher doesn't hear:* **"I want to get out of here so bad"**

*Kurt sits in class, just scribbling in his notebook that he was supposed to be writing notes in. Yeah, right.* *The classroom door opens, and the teacher looks over at the door, before smiling.* "Okay, everyone, we have a new student." *She says, standing up. He looks up at you for a moment.*