"Tell me about your life in LA, Jack. I wanna know what it's like out there." Mary asked me as she polished the glasses I had just washed.
"It's... Different. It's beautiful in some ways and really fucked up in others. There's way too much drama there for my liking." I said.
"Too much drama?" She asked.
"Yeah... But most of it is my fault anyway. It's just that life in LA is so crazy. Everyone's rushing to do things..." I explained.
"Thanks for opening up. I really like getting to know you, Jack. You're a very complex person and I made it my goal to get to know you better." Mary said and shot me a smile.
I had a feeling that I should tell Mary the truth about myself. At least some of it. She seemed to understand me. I quickly realized how similar we were.
"Okay, I guess I'm gonna share my story one day." I said.
Mary nodded and proceeded to clean the bar. I mopped the floor and cleaned the tables and we were ready to close. It was 2 AM.
On our way home we bought 2 bottles of wine to share between the 3 of us while we would listen to music and hang out. The following day was our day off and we just wanted to chill out before going to bed.
When we got home, I went into my room and saw that Maggie was already sound asleep. I planted a kiss on her forehead and let her sleep.
"Hey, she's asleep, I didn't wanna wake her up." I said as I stood in the doorway of Mary's room.
"That's cool. Come in and close the door. Wanna smoke some grass with me?" MJ asked.
"No, thanks." I replied.
"So, the other day you told me your dad was a junkie?" Mary asked me.
"Yeah, he's lucky to be alive today. I don't know anyone who's done more dope than him and is still alive today." I said.
"I honestly wish my father died from that crap. Me and my mom wouldn't have to deal with this bastard for so many years." She stated.
"MJ... Don't say that... I know how you feel. I hated my father for the first 18 years of my life. All I ever heard about him was how he treated my mom horribly and told her to abort me. He didn't give a damn about me. But once he sobered up, he completely changed. He's literally a different person now. When I finally met him, I realized that he's so kind and compassionate..." I told her.
"Good for you but I don't believe my father can change. He didn't care that I left at 18. He doesn't even know where I am. I'm sorry you had to go through this too, Jack."
"Yeah, it sucked... But I'm glad it's over now. I wish you the same, MJ. I hope one day your old man realizes what a huge mistake he's done."
"I wish... So, Jack, you refusing to smoke isn't entirely due to father's habits, right? I suspect that you were addicted yourself."
"You're... You're right. I've been to rehab twice. But I really don't wanna talk about it. I guess addiction runs in my genes."
"I'm sorry, Jack. I won't encourage you to smoke with me again. I guess I'm gonna change the topic, it got really awkward." Mary said which made me chuckle.
We opened the first bottle of wine and took a sip.
"So, I've got another question I really want to ask you. I was wondering how you and Maggie met?" MJ asked.
"Oh, I'm her neighbor. I met her right as I was moving in. She complimented my band t-shirt."
"That's so cool! And did you immediately know she was the one?"
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The lost son ~John Frusciante and Josh Klinghoffer
FanfictionOne day Josh Klinghoffer finds out that he is a biological son of John Frusciante. How is he supposed to deal with that? How will John react? Will he accept the fact that his son was actually his close friend?
