Rock Shots

John Frusciante - A Little Birdie Told Me

A/N: in this one, it's the version of young John with his pretty red hair.
(Pretend: Anthony is 25, John is 20, almost 21, and (Y/N) just turned 21.)

                      (Y/N)'s POV

I sat there, laying on the couch, sick as a dog. I couldn't move, could barely breathe, I was freezing, and my head was pounding. I didn't know what I had but I'd had it for three days now.

My best friend, Anthony, had been bringing me stuff like food and medicine, and he helped me out with whatever I needed. I didn't deserve him. He was currently sitting on the opposite end of my L-shaped couch. He asked if I needed anything before he left.

"N-No I'm fine T-Tony, and you've done enough. You can go home." I said.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna just leave you here." He said.

"I'll be fine Anthony. The boys are probably wondering where you are anyway."

"I doubt it. Flea's got Clara this week and Chad is god knows where. The only one worried is most likely John. He hasn't seen you in four days. He's been asking about you and why you haven't came to rehearsal this week." Anthony explained. "Wait a minute, have you not told him you're sick?" He asked when the realization clicked in his head.

"No?..."

"(Y/N)! You need to tell him! He's your boyfriend for gods sake, he deserves to know."

"I know. But I don't want him to worry about me. I'm fine, I've got you to take care of me."

"Yeah, that might be true. But it's not my place to. I mean, it is, but- damnit you get what I'm saying." He sighed.

"I'll tell him." I said.

"You'd better, and I mean it. If you don't, as soon as you're better, I'll sit on you."

"I will, I swear." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Okay. Now, I'm gonna go, got rehearsal in like, half an hour- shit I gotta go." He said as he stood up from his place on the couch.

"Okay." I yawned.

"I'll check on you later. I love you." He said softly. He pulled my blanket up to my neck and then leaned down over me and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too. Bye Tony."

"Bye sweetheart. And tell John!" He yelled as he walked out of the door, locking it behind him.

Anthony had left, and I sat there, curled up on the couch. "Now what do I do?" I thought out loud. I sighed. I thought about calling John, he did deserve to know, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want him to worry and I didn't wanna bother him by having him come take care of me. All this thinking was hurting my head, so I just went to sleep.

                   Anthony's POV

I left (Y/N)'s house and went straight to the studio. The boys were all waiting for me when I got there.

"Where you been Kiedis?" Flea asked.

"I was at (Y/N)'s house. Why?" I said.

"You were supposed to be earlyyy today!" Chad chimed in.

"My bad. Let's get this over with."