Can't Stop (Frusciante fan fic)

Part 38-You Don't Form in the Wet Sand

Sophia's POV

We all get in John's car, and he looks nervous again, but not as much as yesterday. Once we get on the freeway, he asks me to take out the CD with a banana on the cover. "Velvet Underground with Nico," produced by Andy Warhol, whoever that is, is the name of the band and the CD I guess. It looks like it was made a long time ago.

A pretty tune with xylophone called "Sunday Morning," comes out of the speakers. John merges onto the Coronado Bay Bridge, which is a curving blue bridge, and I can tell he's trying to move his head to the music to calm his nerves. He is clutching the wheel tightly.

Mom turns the volume down so she can guide John down to Ocean Boulevard next to the beach. There are some people here even though it's Thanksgiving. It's a nice day out, but it always is in San Diego.

"You know, I've heard this music before, John," Mom says, as John parks the car. "I just thought it was Bob Dylan, but guess I was wrong.' My Grandpa, Mom's father, loved Bob Dylan and played his music all the time. John smiles and rolls his eyes at the same time.

"Never heard that one before, Ellie! Just like I never heard that Chad Smith looks exactly like Will Farrel.l" Mom stares back at him, "well that's what you get for having Chad as your drummer and listening to someone who sounds just like Bob Dylan, John!" Mom sticks her tongue out at him and tries to swat him on the butt as he gets out of the car.

John doesn't seem to mind that she's giving him an attitude, but I can tell there is tension between them. I bet neither one of them wants to part ways tomorrow,. I would love nothing more for Mom and John to be together, but what she said earlier today makes sense. She just seems so at ease with him and vice versa is all. With Greg, I could tell Maeve's attitude made her very nervous, and Matthew's mother, the blond woman staring at us all the time during soccer practice was really creepy. But for today, I get to be with two people who love me, and who I love dearly.

As we walk down the path to the beach, an elderly couple passes us and they smile. They have to be at least 90, judging by the way they're walking. "Oh, what a beautiful young family!" They stare at John. "Has anybody ever told you that you look just like that guitarist from that band our grandson likes.. Whatever is their name?" The lady says. Mom and John look really uncomfortable. I don't even know how they can see anything judging by the fact that they have large visible cataracts, and the fact that John has huge sunglasses on, but here they are, possibly recognizing the best guitarist in the world right now.

"Yeah, you mean John Frusciante from The Red Hot Chili Peppers? Oh, we hear that all the time! But John Frusciante's not my dad, sorry to disappoint!" Everyone laughs and relaxes. "Well, you're adorable and look just like your father, sweetie," the lady, who looks way older than my grandmother would have been if she were still alive today, says, reaching out to pinch my cheek but stops herself. "And Happy Thanskgiving to all of you!" She seems really nice, but that was weird, I think to myself.

We walk on and unload our towels onto the beach.. "Well played, Sophie, well played!" John says. Mom smiles, "that was close, we owe you one Sophia. Do you want to go in the water?" I nod, as it looks calm and inviting. I 'm already wearing my rashguard and swim bottoms, so I take my sweatpants off and make a run for the calm, clear water, leaving Mom and John behind.

John's POV

Sophie is right. Coronado is quiet and peaceful, and the sand is every bit as soft and white as she promised. I love the look of the Hotel Coronado further south on the beach as well. I roll out my towel next to Ellie's towel as Sophie runs into the placid ocean.

I wrap my arm around her waist and look into her eyes, drawing a peaceful smile out of her. Suddenly, her look turns serious, and she reaches for my hand. "John," she says softly. I run my hand, intertwined with hers, along her hips, traveling towards her ass. "Yes, love?" I ask her, staring at her beautiful eyes and lips.