Me-You know, I could be school-shopping, working on my summer math packet, or reading my summer assignment, The Grapes of Wrath, but no, I choose to party NOW!
Jake-And I'm glad you do.
Me-OMG! I'm at Chapter Sixteen! After this chapter I only have four left!
Jake-NOOOOOOOO! This story can't end! It's a neverending bash for me!
Me-Wow. I didn't realize you liked it so much. Well here's Chapter Sixteen!
Chapter Sixteen-Come As You Are
Beast Boy strolled down the street with his head lowered. Raven and Terra broke his heart by fighting over him. He only wished somebody would help him apologize to Raven.
"I need the guts. I have to say sorry, but how?" he wondered aloud. Then he got his wish, by bumping into two men.
"Hey kid, you okay?" the taller man asked. Beast Boy knew these men. They were the last two surviving members of one of his favorite bands.
"Krist Noviselec and Dave Grohl? From Nirvana? Oh my god! You guys are my favorites!" he squealed like a little fangirl.
"Um, yeah. Guilty as charged. But you need to watch your step!" Dave Grohl told him.
"I'm sorry. It's just that I'm depressed. My name's Beast Boy, anyway."
"Girl problems?" Krist questioned. Beast Boy nodded.
"All right, come with us," Dave offered, "We're holding a seance to see Kurt again." Beast Boy's eyes lit up, and they went to an old club, with Nirvana's instruments scattered about the stage. Everybody sat and held hands.
"Um shuka-rum-bolea-kum-vurt. Come to us Kurt!" Dave and Krist chanted. The spirit of Kurt Cobain rose and posessed Beast Boy.
"Hey," he said, "Am I stoned, or is this guy really green?"
"Aw, leave him alone. He's having girl problems," Krist protested.
"Whatever. Let's play a song for him," Kurt suggested. Everybody got their instruments; Krist took his base, Dave sat at his drums, and Kurt held a guitar in Beast Boy's body. Then he started to sing, "Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be. As a trend, as a friend, as an old enemy."
"He's talking about Terra," Beast Boy thought, "He's reading my mind." Kurt forced him to smile. "Kurt's smiling. That's rare," he thought more. Kurt continued on, "Come, take your time, hurry up, just as sure, don't be late. Take a rest, as a friend, as an old enemy, yeah. Memoria. And I swear that I don't have a gun, no I don't have a gun, no I don't have a gun."
"Kurt! Stop talking about yourself! We're helping the kid!" Dave shouted.
"Memoria," he added quickly.
"That's it," Krist murmured.
"Come, doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be," Kurt sang, prompting Beast Boy to think "Raven" at the subtle reference to her bleach-colored skin and the Terra-Raven catfight in a pool of mud, when Terra was evil.
"As a friend, as a trend, as an old enemy, yeah. Memoria. And I swear that I don't have a gun, no I don't have a gun, no I don't have a gun, no I don't have a gun, no I don't have a gun," he continued.
"Kurt! You're doing it again!" the others complained. He shrugged it off and played an overly long guitar solo. Beast Boy even did a little headbanging. "Memoria...memoria," he finished.
"That was fun. I haven't played that in over a decade. Too busy with the Foo Fighters," Dave complemented.
"Maybe the kid got to think about his problem?" Krist asked. Kurt left Beast Boy and said, "Yeah. See you around, guys."
"Wait! I just wanna say thank you. I think I know what I'm supposed to do for Raven," Beast Boy stated.
"Yeah. Bit of advice. Don't be super rich with a phonomenal band. SOMEONE will kill you over it," Kurt told him.
"What?" Beast Boy questioned. Why was the late singer saying this?
"Nevermind. I killed myself. That's all you need to know," Kurt lied. Beast Boy understood and nodded as Kurt's spirit disappeared.
"So...Was it Courtney?" Beast Boy realized.
"We think so," Krist and Dave agreed.
"I thought she was psychotic," he said.
"Definitley," Krist said back. Beast Boy looked at a nearby clock and exclaimed, "I've got to get home! Everybody's probably wondering where I am!"
"Okay. See ya. You're a cool guy, got good taste in music," Dave told him.
"Gee. Thanks," Beast Boy responded, "but I need to get back. I have a girl to apologize to!" He almost left, but the men screamed "Wait!"
"If we're thinking what you're thinking, you'll need this," Krist stated solemnly, handing him Kurt's guitar. Beast Boy got even happier. "I'll never forget this!" he shouted as he ran home.
Jake-YOU! You're one of those Courtney-Love-killed-Kurt-Cobain conspiritors, aren't you?
Me-Yeah...It seems to me that the fact that the last four lines of his suicide note weren't in his handwriting and his exit wound was in the front of his head doesn't seem like suicide. And she's probably going crazy from the guilt of killing him for the money.
Jake-Hope she doesn't read this...Anyway, about this chapter, it all seemed like a dream or hallucination.
Me-I meant for that.
Jake- Oh. Okay!
Me-Stay tuned for (gasp!) Chapter Seventeen!
