I could've lied (John Frusciante FanFic)

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They'd just finished their show, running back to their dressing room, energy coursing through their bodies.
John walked off last, and I followed him back.
Anthony was talking to Flea, Chad was on his way to the showers, and John was sitting on the floor.

John put his headphones on and stared into space.
"Watcha listening to?" I asked him. He kept staring into space before he realized I was speaking to him.
"Huh?"
"What are you listening to?" I repeated.
"Oh uh," he blushed, "Elton John."
"I love Elton John." I shrugged.
His soft brown eyes lit up.
"Wha-what else do you like? Bands and stuff.." He asked.
"Oh I like a lot. Probably similar to everything you like." I answered, sitting beside him.
"BeeGee's?" He asked, looking awfully hopeful.
"I've never heard them." I told him.
"Oh well," he looked at the boys who were messing around.
"Sing me one of their songs?" I asked. I knew he could sing, I've heard him sing the Beatles.

His face went red.
"John, c'mon." I pleaded.
He sat up straight and crossed his legs, pulling his acoustic guitar into his lap.
I smiled as he began playing.
Of course I knew who the bee-gees were. I just wanted him to sing.

I see your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I wanna feel you in my arms again

From that moment on I was hypnotized by his voice. He had a beautiful falsetto.

"Do you know that song?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Of course." I smiled.

"Wanna listen to Elton with me?"
"Yeah!" I agreed. He took his earbuds out and handed me one.
He was currently listening to Tiny Dancer. We both sat there with each other, happily listening.

After the song ended I glanced up at the clock. About 7 minutes until we had to be on the bus to go to Arizona.

I took the earbud out and stood up.
"You guys ready to get on the bus?" I asked.
Flea, who was currently talking, nodded.
"Oooh, a bus, fancy!" Anthony laughed, walking out of the room.
John got up and walked out with Chad, and Flea followed me out.

"Hey Johnny, you should sing that song you did earlier at our show tomorrow." Anthony said as he got on the bus.
"Oh I dunno man." John mumbled, stepping in.

Once we were all on the bus, I claimed the small couch while the others ran off to their bunks.

Chad came back in with a blanket for me.
"Thanks Chad." I nodded, laying back.
"It's John's." He said as he walked back to his bunk.

I shook my head, closing my eyes and trying not to think about John.
"Goodnight!" Anthony shouted as the bus started.
"Night." I said back softly, though he probably couldn't hear me.