I could've lied (John Frusciante FanFic)

7

"SURPRISE!"
I jolted awake, and my leg kicked whatever unfortunate soul was in its path.
A hand touched my back as a reaction, and I realized I still had my head under the blanket. That's how I always slept. It blocked out noise and light.
Everyone started jumping on the bed, yelling things at John, and it seemed they still hadn't realized my presence.

Someone stepped on my leg and I shrieked, yanking the blanket off of me.
My pain subsided and my face turned red when I realized why nobody had seen me. I was literally on John.

"Stop stop! Guys, Watch our for Frances!" John said.
I sheepishly revealed myself, even though I hadn't done anything shameful.
Chad pulled the blanket back,
"Hey Frankie! Rise and shine!" He shouted, pulling me up.
"No!" I protested, clinging to John.

"Aren't you supposed to wake us up?" John teased.
"Shut up, go celebrate or something. Let my poor soul sleep." I said.
"Didn't sleep well?" Anthony winked.
"It's not like that. I'm a naturally tired person. I slept fine last night." I insisted.

"Oh John," Flea mocked me.
"Not even!"
"Guys leave her alone." John said, coming the rescue.
"Aw we didn't mean it Frankie." Chad pouted.
"I know. Now go have fun or something. I'm not gonna run away." I joked.

"You sure you don't wanna come?" Flea asked.
"I'm good, I can take care of myself." I reassured them.
"Okay, c'mon John, get dressed we gotta go." Anthony told him.

John got up and I suddenly remembered the guitar we got him.
"Anthony." I whispered.
He sat in John's spot and asked what I needed.
"The guitar, for John. How're we gonna give him that?" I asked.
"Just Give It to him before we go." He told me.
"You sure?"
"Yep." He smiled.

John came out of the bathroom now dressed in a button up shirt.
"Ready to go?" Flea asked John.
John nodded, and made his way to the door.
Anthony drug Chad through the door before John could leave, then shut the door so it was just John and I.

"Um..." John mumbled.
"I got you something." I spoke after a good amount of awkward silence.
"I told you not to." He complained.
"Come here." I said anyway, leading him to the closet.

"What is it?" He asked before I had even opened it.
"Hurry up!" Anthony called from outside.
I sighed and opened the closet, showing him the guitar case.

"Wha-what is this?" He asked.
He pulled it out and set it on the bed and opened the case.
"Frances! You didn't have to do this! What the fuck!" He said happily, turning and throwing his arms around me.

"I mean it wasn't all me, but-"
"I don't care thank you so much." He mumbled into my shoulder.
"You're very welcome Johnny." I grinned.

"Now go have fun, I'm going back to sleep." I told him, pulling away.
"Wait." He said quietly.
"What?" I said confused.

He let go of the doorknob long enough to pull me into another small embrace, except this time he planted his lips on mine for a short second, then left without a word, ultimately leaving me speechless.