OP
"Why do they have to keep hanging out in LA?", John angrily mumbles.
Chad turns his head in surprise and answers in a shrill voice. "What?"
John looks to him and shakes his head. "They should just go back to Seattle, where they came from"
"Woah", Chad goes. He thinks it may not be the right timing to tell John that a tour leg is planned, together with Pearl Jam.
Flea sits down next to John, putting his mediator face on. "Okay. What seems to be the problem here? I do like these guys very much. I thought we all did. Otherwise we wouldn't have..", he says and Chad glares at him.
John catches the moment. "Wouldn't have what?"
"We're gonna play a couple of shows with them and The Smashing Pumpkins", Chad quietly admits.
John stands up and puts his hands over his head. "No way", he says. "When did you guys plan this? Just right when I left for Italy? Don't I have a say in any of this?"
Flea stands up and places both of his hands on John's shoulders to try and calm him down. "My god, I didn't know it would be a problem, at all. What's the deal?"
John turns his head away like a brat that he sometimes is. And he knows it very well. He just can't help himself.
But well, Flea is never impressed by that and starts shaking him. "Talk, John, just talk to us. And maybe we would've known."
John feels trapped and resigns. "Alright, alright", he says and sighs. "I absolutely hate him with all of my heart. That's it, now you know."
Chad and Flea exchange looks. What on earth?
"Okay. Who are we talking about exactly?", Chad asks.
John looks to him as if he's gone deaf or blind or both. "Ed! Who else?", he says. "Ugh.. the way he looks at her all the time. I can't take it."
Oh my god, poor John-Boy is jealous, Flea thinks. How do we get out of this?
After John has poured his heart out, he gets frustrated by the lack of answers and hits his foot as hard as he can against the nearby tree.
"God damnit, John, haven't I told you over and over again about your poor treatment of Mother Earth?", Flea says and John can't help but to laugh.
"Sorry, tree", he mumbles and turns to his band mates. "And sorry you guys. But god. I just can't lose her again. I'd kill myself if that sleazy person gets in our way. Seriously."
"It's alright, bud. Let's grab a beer", Chad suggests, as that's the only good thing coming to his mind. He really likes Eddie. Just like Flea and Anthony do. Sleazy wouldn't be a word that would come to their minds to describe Eddie. John was obviously losing his mind.
But beer sounded good to John, and so they head back into the bar.
Flea puts his arm around John and silently says to him. "Don't worry John, she loves you. That's all you need to know."
"Thanks, man", John says and orders a round of drinks.
But his head still keeps on spinning around. Eddie. The singer. The one with the long hair. The grunge poster boy. John knows that Sam loves him and the two of them had the most wonderful time together in Italy. But that doesn't mean another guy couldn't charm his girl. He feels like he needs to watch Eddie closely from now on. And maybe, she shouldn't be coming on tour with the band as long as the guys from Pearl Jam are around. But John isn't sure if he can bare to be separated from Sam for so long.
Chad has been watching John for a little while now. The bottles of beer have emptied for most of them, only John didn't take a sip yet. Chad nudges John's shoulder. He thinks it's time for a good chat between two friends.
„Hey man, let's go out for a walk", he says and John nods.
