Ellie, a single mom, and her young daughter, among other characters, run into John Frusciante while on a trip to Los Angeles as the city opens up a bit after quarantine. And life will never be the same again. Or at least for the next few months..
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A/N: So this is so far totally predictable, and short on long scenes with John, but it will get better, I promise! Finding so many cool pictures on my Facebook page to augment this story.
John's POV
I wake up to the sun streaming through my window, squinting my eyes as I sit up. I rub my eyes, not yet 100% awake. I throw one leg over the side of the bed, then the other, and push myself onto the floor. I yawn, but I know I need to get going, so I start with my daily yoga routine. I seat myself in the lotus position, palms up, breathing deeply. Then the usual cat stretch, downward dog, and everything to open up my hips. All of a sudden, I feel the urge to catapult myself into a handstand, and hold the position as long as I can. I give myself a pat on the back for being able to pull this off at 50 years of age. I definitely don't feel 50.
Once I'm seated at the kitchen counter with my cereal and coffee, my mind starts to wander about the fact that I gave my phone number to a random child last night, who has promised to text me the picture she took of us while her mom was getting a pen from the car. I don't know what I was thinking. I've learned how to set boundaries with fans over many years. I usually refuse pictures because I'm not in prime condition to take a picture, and people can get really pushy. But something made me let my guard down this time.
I suppose I have a soft spot for kids. I've watched Flea's daughter Clara grow up into a beautiful woman over the years. And I have the honor of being a godfather to Sunny and Everly. I wish I had seen more of both of them these past 10 years. Hard to believe they are both teenagers now.
The little girl last night, Sophie, was a very cool, albeit overly talkative kid. It's not often that I meet an 8 year-old who plays guitar. She seems like the kind of kid who would take it seriously, not like learning to play Happy Birthday on the guitar for her mom, I smile to myself. Although our conversation was brief, she also appears to have great taste in music.
But I didn't fail to notice her mother, Ellie, who was somewhat scolding her and seemed shy in comparison to her daughter. When I first saw her, I was locked into a pair of eyes unlike any I have ever seen. The iris was green, but a dark blue ring surrounded the whole iris. Her pupils were big at the time, presumably from being excited about meeting me, with a hint of brown surrounding them. Her eyelashes were long and dark, and her eyebrows were full. I could tell she didn't spend hours plucking or waxing them.
Her blushing was so cute, and was really obvious since she had unblemished porcelain skin. Except for a bit of a farmer's tan. She mentioned something about San Diego, so probably a lot of time in the sun with the kid.
When she turned around to go to her car to get the pen and paper, her dark chocolate brown hair was flowing down her back, and she had a VERY noticeable heart-shaped, plump ass barely covered by short denim cutoff shorts, and long, long legs. She was stunning. It's a good thing Sophie and my ice cream were distracting me, because, though I hate to admit it, I would have started to get hard.
