The lost son ~John Frusciante and Josh Klinghoffer

8. A teenage bride with a baby inside getting high on information

Flea and Clara picked us up from the airport. We were really quiet on the way home. I felt like I didn't even know that girl. I thought she was awesome but in the end I was glad that we weren't together. I thought that she understood me but then she started to act too crazy.

- Josh, Clara, why aren't you saying a word?

Flea asked. He seemed to be really happy about our relationship.

- Didn't you tell him?

I asked Clara quietly.

- Tell me what?

- Um, dad, well, we broke up.

- What?

- But we still want to hang out together, right Josh?

- I guess that we can meet sometimes.

- Sometimes? Hey I wanted to take you out for a party today!

- I can go if my dad agrees.

- Sure baby, just tell me where is it.

- My best friend is organising a birthday party at her house, it's actually really close to your house, uncle.

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It was 5 PM and she was already half an hour late. I was waiting for Clara outside her friend's house dressed in skinny jeans and flannel shirt. 

- Hey, I'm sorry but my mom forgot she promised to give me a ride. 

She suddenly appeared behind me. Her hair was wavy and she was wearing a black crop top and denim shorts.

- That's ok, it was probably worth it.

- Look, we've got matching shoes!

She gave me a hug and pointed at our black Converse shoes. I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and we went inside.

The house was full of people. Pop music was blasting out of the speakers. I already hated the party. All of her girlfriends were dressed in pink and their boyfriends seemed to wear kilogrammes of hair gel. We didn't even fit there.

- Clara, why did you want to come here?

- Because there will be free alcohol. If I was alone, I would probably die of boredom. Let's go to the backyard, we can talk a bit.

I followed her through the house. The host of this party showed us where vodka and beers were and we both took just a bottle of beer.

- I haven't tried alcohol yet. It's my first time. I hope dad won't find out.

- Yeah, we can't get shit faced. I have to find someone who can drive me home.

- What about my dad? I'm sure he will agree.

- Great. Josh, dance with me please, I love this tune.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. We danced to Spice Girls and Britney Spears for an hour straight. 

At 10 o'clock we were already really drunk. We emptied a bottle of vodka and 2 beers. We were just laying on the grass and watching the starry sky.

- My head is spinning but I love it. Thank you for bringing me here.

- No problem. Look at how you've changed in the past few weeks. You're laying here completly drunk with me.

- And I'm wearing skinny jeans.