I Could Die For You (Editing In Progress)

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I woke up in the car next to Anthony. He and Flea were talking about how excited they were about Nirvana being on tour, and the upcoming shows. Anthony was nodding and listening intently to what Flea was saying.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a dazzling smile. Although, all of his smiles were dazzling and all of them stunned me.

Anthony's hand was comfortably wrapped around mine. His fingers traced the skin on the back of my hand as he adjusted himself, not noticing I was awake yet.

I slid over to the side of his body and rested my head on his shoulder. He snuck an arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

"Well, look who's awake!"

I smiled and snuggled against him some more, taking a deep sigh and inhaling the sweet scent of his cologne.

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I must've fallen asleep again because I woke up to Anthony's voice.

"Wake up baby, I bought you some donuts!"

I slowly opened my eyes, and I rubbed the sleep from them, saw Anthony half-inside the car with a brown bag stuffed with pastries.

He smiled and pulled his body out of the car. I followed him out and smiled, kissing him softly.

"C'mon, we've gotta go get checked in for our flight. We're gonna meet Nirvana soon."

I still couldn't believe that I was going to meet Nirvana. Fucking N I R V A N A. But I guess when you're dating a famous person, you're going to run into other celebrities.

Anthony led me inside the airport, holding my hand and swinging it back and forth.

We checked in, went through security and then sat down at our gate's seating area. It was surrounded by glass windows towards the front of the airport and by the parking lot. Because of this, paparazzi was standing outside snapping pictures and yelling for us to come over. There was also a few fans outside holding up signs, which I thought was amazing.

We all sat down and ate some donuts, discussing tonight's show. Anthony was going on about the European tour with John, who looked dreadful of another two or three months in another country.
I took another bite of my donut and looked over at Stone. He was smiling and watching me. I gave him a questioning look, which he responded to with a laugh.

"I wanna talk to you on the plane." He said, a very playful smirk on his lips.

I nodded, "Alright, Stoney-Poney."

He stared at me and then his body crinkled up, "Don't call meee that!!!"

I laughed, and struggled to swallow my food without choking.

A few minutes passed before the sound from the people outside became quite distracting. Everyone else noticed it too.

"Are they chanting?" Eddie said adjusting his curly hair.

Jeff stood up, trying to hear better. "It's like they're performing some satanist chant man, they're really into it."

Anthony chuckled, "Come on Lilly, let's check it out."

I got up and followed close behind him as we walked to the window. They all went wild, forgetting their chant and screaming for Anthony.
He smiled and waved to them all with a proud smile on his face. You could see he loved each and every one of those people.

We stood there for another second or two before one of the girls in the front caught my attention- or what she was holding.

In her hand was a magazine with a cover of me and Anthony kissing in Chicago, Nevada, and New York. The title read, "Anthony Kiedis In Love?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I tugged on his shirt sleeve and pointed it out to him.

He focused on it and smile, laughing softly. "Well, at least they got the fuckin' title right."

The girl noticed us looking at the magazine and then turned back to the crowd of people, yelling something out. Anthony and I shared confused looks, not quite sure what to make of this.

They all started chanting again, and a few seconds later I figured out what they were saying.

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!"

Anthony seemed to figure it out when I did, too.
He turned me around to face him, and smiled.
In a moment's notice, he had dipped me down and was holding me as he looked into my eyes. His lips were on mine, moving like a wave, shooting my body up with butterflies. The crowd outside was going nuts with cheers and the paparazzi were erupting in a storm of camera flashes.