I could've lied (John Frusciante FanFic)

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Lindy had left a note at the front desk for me at the hotel.
"Hotel's booked, I could only get one room. Sorry."
I looked back at the boys, hoping they wouldn't mind sharing beds.
I took the keys off the desk and led the pack of worn out guys into the hallway.
Once I found our room, I shoved the heavy door open and let the guys in.
"Wait, this is all we get?" Chad complained, looking at the two queen sized beds.

"Don't look at me," I said, throwing my hands up.
"Oh well." He said, falling onto a bed.
Flea and Anthony had already gotten into one bed, so John had to share with Chad.

I looked at the beat up couch and wandered to the closet, hoping there was extra sheets in there.
Once it was open, all I saw was a bag and some clothing hangers.
"Great." I mumbled.

I gave up and just ended up laying down anyway, deciding sleep was more important than worrying about being warm.

—••—••4:26am••—••—

I jumped, feeling something come in contact with my skin, but my eyes stayed shut, Afraid of what I might see.
A set of hands patted my side in some awkward attempt to calm me down.
I waited for the patting to stop, then peered over the edge of the blanket to see what it was.
Wait... blanket?

I sat up a little looking at the white blanket covering me. I stared at it quizzically, halfway waiting for myself to come to the realization that someone had put it there.
My eyes darted over to the beds, seeing Anthony and Flea were still sleeping soundly, with a blanket.
Now looking over at Chad and John, they were covered by the decorative quilt that was once at the end on the bed. Who put it here though?

I looked at the time and rolled back over, I'd just ask them tomorrow.

—••—••8:58am••—••—

THUD
"John!"
My eyes opened instantly, seeing John on the ground laughing at Anthony who was glaring.
"Hey! It's alive!" Chad says, seeing me awake.
I gave them a tired smile, trying to recollect my thoughts.

I stretched and watched them chat, going unnoticed.
"Hey John, show Frankie your trick." Flea told him.
John grinned and stood up, and I watched intently, up until he stuck his hand in his pants.
"Whoa! Hey not that one!" Anthony shouted.
John laughed and then lowered himself to the ground, throwing his legs out and actually doing the splits

This guy was more flexible than me..damn.
"Anyway," I began, catching their attention.
"Who gave me a blanket last night?"

Accusing eyes flew at John, who looked up sheepishly.
"You looked cold." He reasoned.
"I was. Thank you."

The boys started teasing John, so I took a moment to change.
I dressed in the usual, a band shirt-today it was Keith Richards- and some jeans.

"Ready to go?" I asked them.
They all stared at me, then realized they had a show today.
They all hopped up, collecting their belongings.