A laughter has woken me up. I knew whom it belonged to. I rubbed my eyes and saw that I was laying on the floor. John was standing over me and laughing.
- Fuck, my head is killing me.
I heard Emily saying. She was laying on the bed.
- Oh my gosh, it looked like a crime scene. You were laying with your faces down, empty bottles on the floor. Sorry, I can't stop laughing.
Dad said, holding his stomach.
- Where is Hope?
Em asked, trying to get up.
- Calm down, she's still sleeping. I'm gonna get you some water.
John told her and left the room.
- I love you, you're the best!
Emily shouted after him.
- Shut up, you're gonna wake her up.
I said, standing up. Em must have been still drunk. It was funny seeing her like that.
- Don't talk to your mother like that!
She told me and we began laughing again.
*
I took a shower, had breakfast and made sure that I've packed everything. I needed to head out to the airport.
Last night was awesome. I was going to miss Emily, John, my sister and my baby.- John, can you give me a ride?
I asked dad as I walked up on him.
- Sure, that was the plan. I'll help you with the bags.
He answered and grabbed my backpack and a guitar case.
When we were sitting in his Jeep and John began driving down the neighborhood, all of the sadness and doubts I had deep inside myself woke up.
- I can't do this...
I said with a serious tone. Then dad told me something I'd never expect.
- You don't have to. I'm worried about you too.
I cleared my throat.
- No. I need to stop being a wimp. I have to be self dependent. But how? Tell me.
I said. John suddenly pulled into someone's driveway and stopped the car. He squeezed my hand, looked me in the eyes and said:
- I understand you. You've got my personality and the sensitivity that no one has. I was always scared, depressed, fighting my inner demons. I'd like to protect you from all the world, but I can't. And it kills me. I'll be worrying sick. The only advice I can give you is not to do drugs. They make everything worse. You'll go crazy. I kept hearing voices in my head telling me to kill myself. I don't want you to go through this.
- So what should I do?
- Fuck the tour and stay with me.
- That's not an option.
- Josh, this is the worst time of your life. I know you need support. You should talk to a therapist and relax, not travel the world. I'm so scared. I have this feeling that something bad is gonna happen.
- Oh, come on, I'll be fine. It's just my sick brain telling me I'll fail. I'm sorry for what I told you. I want to go. You'll be proud of me.
- I hope so. Look, if anything was wrong, call me and I'll get into a plane to come and get you.
- Fine. Can we go now? I don't wanna be late.
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The lost son ~John Frusciante and Josh Klinghoffer
FanficOne 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?