A week later I could move my stuff to the new house. I still couldn't believe that John bought it for me. Emily was surprised and excited.
- Let me pick some curtains for your new house!
She asked me coming into my bedroom.
- Em, it's 8 o'clock. And I don't need any curtains.
I said, rubbing my eyes.
- So maybe a carpet? Just a little rug!
- No, gosh, you're more excited than me.
- Oh yeah, I love decorating! Come on, get up, I wanna go and see your house!
She said and jumped on my bed. She began pulling at my hands so that I would stand up.
- I'm naked, stop it!
I shouted when she was about to take the sheets off from my body. But it was too late. He eyes wandered down to my penis. Her face got red and she began giggling.
- What's so funny?
I asked, covering myself.
- Nothing. You're really similar to your dad. You know...
- Emily!
- Okay, okay, I'm just horny and excited.
- Tell that to John.
- Hope's awake, we need to wait till...
- Em, I don't need to know when you're having sex with my father. He's too old, ugh.
- He's not!
- Yes he is.
- No, my Johnny's the sexiest man on earth.
- He's a kinky grandpa.
We both lost our shit. After 5 minutes of constant laughter we finally caught out breaths.
- Have you got anything left to pack?
Emily asked me.
- Not really, I'd been packing my stuff for the last 2 days and I think I've finished.
My back was still hurting from carrying heavy boxes down the stairs. I stored them in the garage.
- Come on, get dressed and let's go.
Emily said.
- Sure, I'm just waiting for you to leave the room.
- Alright.
She finally left me alone so I could get ready. I was excited too, I just wanted to move in right then, I didn't care about the decorations.
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John, Em and Hope got into his Jaguar and I drove the Jeep with all the boxes inside.
- It's beautiful!
Emily told me after we all got out of our cars. I found keys in my pocket and opened the door.
- I can't believe it's mine.
I said.
- Well, welcome to your new house, Josh.
John told me. I guided Emily through the house.
- Here I'd like to build a little recording studio.
I said and pointed to the empty bedroom. It was the smallest one. The walls were painted white and there was a grey carpet on the floor. It was the only room without furniture. I had a perfect vision of what I wanted it to look like. A little mixer and a couple of amps would easily fit in there.
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The lost son ~John Frusciante and Josh Klinghoffer
FanfictionOne 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?