#fairfax high school!anthony kiedis

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Anthony Kiedis (/ˈkiːdɪs/ KEE-dis; born November 1, 1962) is an American musician, singer, songwriter and rapper, best known as a founding member and lead vocalist of the rock band Red Hot Chili Peppers. Kiedis and his fellow band members were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2012.

Kiedis spent his youth in Grand Rapids, Michigan, with his mother, and then moved shortly before his twelfth birthday to live with his father in Hollywood. While attending Fairfax High School, Kiedis befriended students Flea and Hillel Slovak, who were members of a band called Anthym. After high school, Kiedis took classes at UCLA, but dropped out in his sophomore year.

When Kiedis received an offer to be the opening act for a local band, he enlisted Flea, Slovak, and drummer Jack Irons. After a show under the name Tony Flow and the Miraculously Majestic Masters of Mayhem, the band progressed and the line-up eventually became the Red Hot Chili Peppers. He has recorded thirteen studio albums with the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Kiedis's lyrical style has evolved throughout his career; early recordings discussed topics such as sex and life in Los Angeles, while more recent songs focus on more reflective themes including love, addiction, and loss. He struggled with addiction until 2000, and maintains that he has been clean since then.

Family and Relationships

Kiedis's father, Blackie Dammett, was an actor who appeared in over 50 movies and television shows. Dammett's autobiography, Lords of the Sunset Strip, was released on March 31, 2013. Through Dammett, Kiedis also has a much younger half-brother. During the Chili Peppers show of June 25, 2017, in Grand Rapids, Kiedis dedicated "Soul to Squeeze" to his father, who was suffering from dementia. Dammett died on May 12, 2021.

Kiedis claims to have had a brief relationship in 1990 with singer Sinéad O'Connor, who inspired him to write "I Could Have Lied" on 1991's Blood Sugar Sex Magik, though she denied the relationship at the time. He was also in a brief relationship with Spice Girls singer Melanie "Sporty Spice" Chisholm, who inspired "Emit Remmus" from 1999's Californication. His band also covered their song "Wannabe" at a 1997 concert in Japan. Kiedis was in a relationship with Yohanna Logan on-and-off from 1998 to 2003. Kiedis had a two year long relationship with Australian model Helena Vestergaard that ended in late 2014; the end of this relationship inspired much of Kiedis' lyricism for The Getaway.

Kiedis acknowledges in his autobiography Scar Tissue that he had intimate relations with a 14-year-old girl when he was 23, before and after learning of her age, in the 1980s. This inspired him to write the song "Catholic School Girls Rule". In the wake of the Me Too movement, the alleged actions of Kiedis have been criticized by several media outlets, including the Huffington Post.

Kiedis was in a relationship with Heather Christie from 2004 to 2008. They have a son born October 2, 2007. In March 2018, Kiedis and Christie were involved in a custody battle.

In a June 2016 interview, Kiedis opened up about his past relationships, saying that there were years when he had over 100 sexual partners. Kiedis added, "If I saw a pretty girl, I wanted to have her." When asked about marriage and growing old and alone, Kiedis responded, "Maybe it is because I never learned to live in a relationship and as silly as it sounds, I do not understand women yet. They remain a mystery. I talked about this yesterday with a friend: do we focus on finding a person who fits with us, or will we remain single? I am open to both. If the right one comes – wonderful. If not, I accept what the universe has intended for me."

Drug Addictions

Kiedis has battled drug addiction, including heroin and cocaine, throughout his life. Since his father used drugs regularly, Kiedis was constantly exposed to drug-using and drug-dealing behavior while growing up. Some of Kiedis's early drug use came from substances he got from his father, including marijuana, which he first smoked when he was 12 years old.

Kiedis used drugs for years, including during the formation of the band. A few years into the band's career, he was briefly fired due to his heavy drug use. At times, it got so bad that he failed to show up to the band's performances. One night, after Kiedis missed a performance to score drugs, the band replaced him with singer Keith Morris.

Kiedis tried to get clean after Red Hot Chili Peppers guitarist Hillel Slovak died of a heroin overdose on June 25, 1988, saying he would never shoot up again. He entered rehab and ended up staying clean for five years, but he relapsed in 1994, causing a major delay in the release of the band's 1995 album, One Hot Minute. Kiedis kept using on and off over the next six years.

Kiedis's last major relapse occurred when a doctor prescribed him Tramadol despite Kiedis specifically asking not to be prescribed opiates. To a recovering heroin addict, synthetic opiates give rise to strong cravings. He has reportedly avoided another relapse since December 24, 2000. In May 2012, after over 20 years of speculation, Vulture asserted that the location where Kiedis would purchase and use drugs (which inspired "Under the Bridge") is located in MacArthur Park in Los Angeles, California, based on clues taken from Kiedis' memoir. In 2014, LA Weekly strongly asserted that the conclusion of the Vulture magazine piece was incorrect.

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RHCP at Bank Of America Stadium

I like pleasure spiked with pain. Music is my a-e-r-o-plane.

The Red Hot Chili Peppers. September 1st, 2022, Bank Of America Stadium. The openers were Thundercat and The Strokes.

Growing up listening to grunge, punk, funk, ska, and rock RHCP was a bucket list band that I had to see.

The Grammy-winning Red Hot Chili Peppers have been bringing psychedelic funk, punk, and hard rock since 1983. RHCP was formed by Anthony Kiedis and Flea when they became best friends at Fairfax High School in Los Angeles, California. In 2009 Rolling Stone declared that Flea was the 2nd best bass to ever play, the only bass player ahead of him is the legendary John Entwistle ( The Who ). Anthony Kiedis has brought the lyrics and vocals that everyone can sing along to. I don't think that there is anyone that has not heard a classic song, Fight Like a Brave, Scar Tissue, Under the Bridge, and Give It Away are all songs that everyone can relate to and sing along to.

In Charlotte they came out jamming, then the jam turned into Can't Stop,  the crowd was roaring and the stage was electric. They continued to play hits such as Dani California, Scar Tissue, Snow, Otherside, And Give it away. Kiedis's stage persona was amazing, watching and listening to Flea bring the funk and slap the bass was mesmerizing. Chad smith played a drum solo that shook the whole stadium and the crowd was jumping up and down. Right before the encore, flea walked out doing a handstand all the way to his mic, he was wearing tighty whities that you can see it was pretty funny. For the encore, they came out and played I Could Have Lied and By The Way to wrap up the night. Also, Flea said that they would be popping up at a local spot called Pinky's Westside grill. There was a crowd of over 200 people waiting outside as late as 2 AM in hopes that the band would show up and they never did.

The stage was cool, they had a huge screen from the top of the rafters to the floor below them, the lights were excellent and paired well with the screen, they put on a solid light show and the music was perfect.

Bank Of America Stadium is home to the Carolina Panthers and Charlotte FC. It has a seating capacity of 74,867 seats. The newly revamped stadium has made major improvements to help lines move quicker, you can get beers and food fasters, but the restrooms can still be a nightmare. The new Mic Ultra bars they have built are nothing short of amazing. There is plenty of parking along the stadium, it can get a bit expensive ($30-$60) to park. They do not accept any cash in the stadium it is a cashless system. Overall I think this venue is an okay music venue.

There are a few great spots around to get some grub and drinks before or after the show, for great food check out Ink and Ivy. They have a great menu with great food, and a great drink selection and walking distance of the stadium, other notable places are Mellow Mushroom, Valhalla Pub, Clutch Kitchen & Pour House, and Duckworth's grill and taphouse. Get some great treats from Amelie's French Bakery, and hit NoDa for a great night out on the town.

Overall I give this show a 9.1, it was very well put together. The bands were energetic and kept the crowd engaged. One of the best bands that I have seen live so far. I highly recommend going to see RHCP it will be a show that you will never forget!

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the first and last time they kissed.

INSPIRATIONS - breaking the girl by rhcp and @fanficy-prompts​

THIS FIC CONTAINS death (SUICIDE), swearing, sadness/depression.

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keeping your head down, the rain beat down on the red raincoat you slipped on that morning, the usually sunny l.a. sky now a dark gray, a cool breeze brushing against your crimson cheeks. your school things were most likely getting wet, but at some point, you stopped caring, much like many other things you once cherished, which now seemed bleak in your reddened eyes. everything was covered in a constant cover of gray, your optimistic outlook on life now turning into those of your mother’s. why hadn’t you said yes to going to jessica’s? why were you the one to find your mother face down in a pool of her own blood? why did she have to take her own life in such a horrendous way? why hadn’t you noticed before?

you shoulders hung with the weight of your guilt despite your family and multiple psychiatrists telling you that you had done nothing wrong. they told you your mother was at fault for not telling you, for not getting the help she needed and deserved, for leaving you behind to live with your grandmother. how you hated to look into your grandmother’s eyes since the day it happened. she tried to be strong for you, you could tell, but once you looked at her, she burst into tears. every time she looked at you, she saw her daughter. your mother’s eyes were your own, and each day she saw the life be sucked out of them much like she saw within your mother’s. she was afraid of losing you too, making appointments with a therapist in order for you to talk about your thoughts, your feelings, but each time, you just brought over a drawing. one that was done in simple India Ink, the graphite of a pencil not dark enough to show your true emotions. you refused to talk, afraid that if you opened your mouth, you would talk about everything and would never shut up. 

the more drawings you gave, the more and more the therapist noticed how darker and more obscene they got. 

your world was dead. 

you envied your aunts, uncles, and cousins for still having their mom, hated the way that your school friends would talk about their parents, how they father gave them this and how their mother gave them that. after christmas break, everyone began talking animatedly about what they received for christmas, whether it was money, a new rotary telephone (one girl got a canary yellow one, just like she wanted), or new clothes. one of your classmates turned to you, “what did your parents give you for christmas?” 

how were you going to tell them that your mother committed suicide and your father was an alcoholic who walked out of your life years ago? you just laid your head on your arms, wanting the teacher to begin the lesson so you didn’t have to bear the embarrassment of people bugging you about the presents. yes, you did get presents from your family in order to get your mind of your mom, but it was sort of alright until one of your aunts gave you a perfume bottle, and upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was your mother’s signature scent. 

you had run to your room, tears leaving wet tracks on your cheeks, sobs racking through your body as thoughts of your mom brought back painful pangs in your chest, your heart beating wildly against your ribcage. a copy of maya angelou’s i know why the caged bird sings sat on your night table, driving you insane at the orange cover, the black bird in mid-flight. picking it up, you chucked it at the wall, the bookmark flying out from its designated spot. the caged bird doesn’t sing, you thought. the caged bird dies. 

for years this continued, the book still on the exact spot it had landed when you threw it, collecting dust as your room stayed in pristine condition. if it weren’t for your family coming over to help you, it would be a pigsty by now. somehow, however, you were able to control your emotions a little better, making the days seem a little easier and more bearable to go through, and the thoughts of your mother’s dead body were pushed to the back of your mind.

in your sophomore year of high school, you had met anthony, a charismatic senior with a crooked smile and a trick up his sleeve. on days where you were not able to control your emotions as well, he held you, letting you cry into the crevice where his shoulder and neck meet, his hands cradling your head and rubbing your back. he managed to make you talk after years of being known as the mute, his little jokes and twisted tales able to rise a small out of your once glued lips. something about him made you feel warm inside. people always said that the person you loved the most will make butterflies come alive in your belly, but you realized that wasn’t the truth for you. every time you thought about or spoke to anthony, your heart swelled even more, leaving you with a euphoric feeling as you held on to either him or the sweatshirt he gave you on an unusually cold day. perhaps it was his nonchalant demeanor or his cocky attitude, or even the musky, vanilla smell that was characteristically him, but every part of you fell in love with him and his existence. he was an angel come to life.

it was his graduation day when he first kissed you. once caps were thrown and pictures were taken, he ran up to you, grabbed your cheeks, and planted his lips on yours. his lips were so soft, in contrast to the muscular body he hid beneath the button-up shirt he wore, you melted into his arms, pressing yourself against him, grabbing on to the lapels of his shirt. you had waited for this day for what? three weeks? six months? a year? no matter how long, you felt all your nerves release as he pulled away, staring at you with such love and adoration, it looked like he was staring at a goddess come to life. 

your breaths mingled, brushing softly over the soft skin of your lips, minty as you brought him back in, deprived of something you longed for for a while. this was a seal of your relationship. at some point, you began to wonder if you were just another one of anthony’s playthings, ready to be thrown out the second he got bored of you. 

the sun shone brightly on the two of you, a moment of celebration only you two could see.

it was a december when he broke up with you. it was in the year of what? 1995? '96? you didn’t remember, and didn’t want to remember, as your heart continued to break as those last moments replayed in your head like a broken record. 

you had been there for him through everything. 

when the band was first formed, their first record, their first live national tv performance, hillel’s death, anthony’s sobriety. everything. yet he deemed you no longer important in his life as he broke your heart. somehow, despite your tear-streaked face, he continued to say that he no longer loved you, that he had fallen in love with another.  he had kissed you one last time that day. held you close, hands on your cheeks, warming them even more, and you could feel it. there was no more passion left. it seemed like to him, you were an obligation, a setback in life. no longer did his heart beat for you. how could he have fallen in love with another when you had given him everything you had? your virginity, your heart, your mind, your love. 

he just took it for himself and now. . . you were being thrown to the streets. god, you didn’t go to college, had no job, no money of your own, purely depending on him, and he gladly supported you through the years, giving you an allowance basically. you had to move in with your grandmother again as you took up classes at the local community college in cyber. . . something. again, you stopped caring about the world. what had you done in order for him to fall out of love with you? you were supportive of his decision, supportive of him when he was going through withdrawal symptoms when he stopped taking drugs, there by his side again when he relapsed, warning him of the consequences and reminding him of his hard work years prior. 

laying down on the bed, you took a deep breath as your hand was placed over your heart, imagining the broken pieces still trying to keep you alive. with anthony, the once gray world turned bright again, optimism making every day more bearable until you no longer had to bear it. 

underneath you sat the sheets that anthony once slept under, holding you close to his body as the two of you had your usual late-night talks, talking about the future, about one day marrying each other, having children, grandchildren, and growing old together. now, these sheets held tears and broken promises whispered long ago, long when you were still young and a new optimistic. 

i know why the caged bird sings stares at you from the floor.

the caged bird does not sing. the caged bird dies.

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Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak and Flea at their graduation at Fairfax High School in 1980.

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PEPPERS POP UP ON MELROSE

Red Hot Chili Peppers pop up shop is coming to the band’s alma mater, Fairfax High, on April 3. L.A.’s Amoeba Music will be at the Melrose Trading Post at Fairfax High School on Sunday, April 3, from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. selling the band’s new album Unlimited Love, along with exclusive merch! Fairfax High is, of course, the band’s alma mater and is located at 7850 Melrose Ave. in L.A. The Chili…

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06 de enero de 1983. Se forma la banda Red Hot Chili Peppers, cuatro jóvenes de un colegio de Los Angeles subieron al escenario para tocar ante un público de apenas 30 personas. Dos de esos alumnos de la Fairfax High School formarían uno de los grupos más sobresalientes de finales del siglo XX. El vocalista Anthony Kiedis y Michael Peter Balzary, también conocido como ‘Flea’ o el maldito amo del bajo, estaban por hacer historia. Flea y Kiedis, acompañados del guitarrista Hillel Slovak y Jack Irons en los tambores, se presentaron en el club Rhythm Loungue bajo el nombre Miraculously Majestic Masters of Mayhem; la banda fue la encargada de abrir, pero su show lleno electricidad y el mejor funk rock les ganaron la noche. Rápidamente corrió el rumor de aquella banda que había dado una de las mejores presentaciones de la costa oeste. Los músicos modificaron el hombre a Red Hot Chili Peppers y comenzaron a tocar en varios centros nocturnos; siempre recordados por salir al escenario prácticamente desnudos, salvo un calcetín que cubría sus genitales. https://www.instagram.com/p/CYZp67RvUOX/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Anthony Kiedis, Hillel Slovak y Flea, más tarde miembros de Red Hot Chili Peppers, el día de su graduación de Fairfax High School en 1980.

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Acid For The Children

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Acid For The Children by Flea

The iconic bassist and co-founder of the Red Hot Chili Peppers tells his fascinating origin story, complete with all the dizzying highs and the gutter lows you'd want from an LA street rat turned world famous rock star. Michael Peter Balzary was born in Melbourne, Australia, on October 16, 1962. His more famous stage name, Flea, and his wild ride as the renowned bass player for the Red Hot Chili Peppers was in a far and distant future. Little Michael from Oz moved with his very conservative, very normal family to Westchester, New York, where life as he knew it was soon turned upside down. His parents split up and he and his sister moved into the home of his mother's free-wheeling, jazz musician boyfriend, Walt--trading in rules, stability, and barbecues for bohemian values, wildness, and Sunday afternoon jazz parties where booze, weed, and music flowed in equal measure. Michael was frightened by the lack of order in his new reality and his volatile new stepfather, but found his salvation in the world of passionate musicians the Walt exposed him to. There began his life-long journey to channel all the frustration, loneliness, love, and joy he felt into incredible rhythm. When Michael's family moved to Los Angeles in 1972, his home situation was rockier than ever. He sought out a sense of belonging elsewhere, spending most of his days partying, playing basketball, and committing petty crimes. At Fairfax High School, he met another social outcast, Anthony Kiedis, who quickly became his soul brother, the yin to his yang, his partner in mischief. Michael joined some bands, fell in love with performing, and honed his skills. But it wasn't until the night when Anthony, excited after catching a Grandmaster Flash concert, suggested they start their own band that he is handed the magic key to the cosmic kingdom. Acid for the Children is as raw, entertaining and wildly unpredictable as its author. It's both a tenderly evocative coming of age story and a raucous love letter to the power of music and creativity.

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Hillel Slovak (Hebrew: הלל סלובק‎; April 13, 1962 – June 25, 1988) was an American musician best known as the original guitarist and founding member of the Los Angeles rock band Red Hot Chili Peppers. Prior to his death of a heroin overdose in 1988, Slovak recorded two albums with the band, Freaky Styley (1985) and The Uplift Mofo Party Plan (1987). His guitar work was primarily rooted in funk and hard rock, although he often experimented with other genres including reggae and speed metal. He is considered to have been a major influence on the Red Hot Chili Peppers' early sound.

Born in Haifa, Israel, Slovak immigrated with his family to the United States in 1967 when he was five years old. Slovak met future band mates Anthony Kiedis, Flea, and Jack Irons while attending high school in Los Angeles. He joined the group Anthym along with Irons while attending Fairfax High School; Flea would later join the group, which later changed its name to What Is This?. Slovak, Flea, Kiedis, and Irons started Red Hot Chili Peppers in 1982, which became popular in the Los Angeles area, playing various shows around the city. However, Slovak quit the band to focus on What is This?, which had gotten a record deal, leaving the Red Hot Chili Peppers to record their debut album without him. He rejoined the Chili Peppers in 1985, and recorded the albums Freaky Styley and The Uplift Mofo Party Plan with the band.

During his career, Slovak developed a serious heroin addiction. He attempted to quit the drug many times, but ultimately succumbed to his addiction, dying of an overdose on June 25, 1988 at age 26. He was replaced by guitarist John Frusciante, who was greatly influenced by Slovak's playing style. Several Red Hot Chili Peppers songs have been written as tributes to Slovak, including "Otherside", "Knock Me Down", "My Lovely Man", "Dosed", and "Feasting on the Flowers". In 1999, his brother James Slovak published a book entitled Behind the Sun: The Diary and Art of Hillel Slovak, which features Slovak's diaries and paintings. Slovak was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as a member of the Red Hot Chili Peppers on April 14, 2012, with his brother accepting on his behalf.

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AC/DC

Back In Black

Highway to hell

AC/DC fik sit navn fordi brødrene Angus og Malcolm Young så akronymet “AC/DC” på bagsiden af deres søster, Margarets symaskine, og syntes det var et passende navn. Brødrene mente at det symboliserede bandets rå energi og kraftdrevne optrædener, og navnet hang ved.

Aerosmith

Dude Looks Like A Lady

Angel

Oprindeligt grundlagt af sangeren Steven Tyler, Tom Hamilton på bas og Joe Perry på guitar. En anden guitarist kom til, Ray Tabano, men blev hurtigt erstattet af Brad Whitford. Sidst kom trommeslageren Joey Kramer til, og Tyler som hidtil havde spillet på trommer, kunne nu koncentrere sig om sangen.

 Det var med albummet Toys in the Attic fra 1975, at bandet endegyldigt slog igennem. På albummet var hits "Sweet Emotion" og "Walk This Way". Gennembruddet gjorde at gruppen frigav en tidligere udgivet single, "Dream On", som også blev et stort hit. Året efter fulgte de op på succéen og udgav albummet Rocks i 1976, som kom til at blive ét af gruppens bedst sælgende albums.

Motörhead

Ace Of Spades

I’m so Bad (Baby I Don’t Care)

Motörhead var et Grammy-vindende british heavy metal-band dannet i 1975 af bassist, sanger og sangskriver Lemmy Kilmister.

 Ved at blande hastigheden fra punk rock sammen med attituden fra heavy metal var Motörhead blandt pionererne inden for speed metal og thrash metal. Dog har Lemmy udtalt, at han ikke bryder sig om den slags betegnelser, og i stedet foretrækker blot at beskrive bandets musik som "rock and roll".

 Lemmy afgik ved døden d. 28. december 2015 efter han blot to dage tidligere fik konstateret kræft. De øvrige bandmedlemmer offentliggjorde efterfølgende, at Motörhead var et afsluttet kapitel efter forsangerens død.

Bon Jovi

You Give Love A Bad Name

It’s My Life

Bon Jovi blev dannet af forsangeren Jon Bon Jovi, guitaristen Richie Sambora, trommeslageren Tico Torres, pianisten David Bryan og bassisten Alec John Such i 1983. Alec John Such gik senere ud af bandet og blev erstattet af bassisten Hugh McDonald, som dog ikke betragtes som et officielt medlem af bandet.

 Forsangeren Jon Bon Jovi, som på det tidspunkt stadig hed John Francis Bongiovi, begyndte at spille klaver og guitar, da han var 13 med sit første band: Raze. Da han var 16, mødte han David Bryan, og sammen dannede de bandet Atlantic City Expressway, et coverband efter bandet New Jersey Highway. De spillede i klubber i New Jersey, selv om de var mindreårige. Stadig i sine teenageår spillede Jon Bon Jovi i bandet John Bongiovi and the Wild Ones, som bl.a. varmede op for andre bands i området.

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Dark Necessities

Dani California

Red Hot Chili Peppers er et amerikansk alternativ rockband, der blev stiftet i Los Angeles, Californien, i 1983. Gennem det meste af deres karriere har bandmedlemmerne været sangeren Anthony Kiedis, guitarist John Frusciante, bassist Michael "Flea" Balzary, og trommeslager Chad Smith. Gennem deres karriere har bandet spillet traditionel rock med varierende elementer fra punk rock, funk, alternativ rock, rap og psychedelic rock.

 Red Hot Chili Peppers opstod i 1983. Bandets oprindelige navn var Tony Flow and the Miraculously Majestic Masters of Mayhem, men det blev senere ændret til Red Hot Chili Peppers. Oprindeligt var bandet ment som en joke, da de fire venner Anthony Kiedis, Flea, Jack Irons og Hillel Slovak fra Fairfax High School stykkede et band sammen til en enkelt optræden på en bar. Under koncerten opstod der dog en energi, de følte var helt speciel, og de kørte videre med projektet. De spillede forskellige gigs på diverse stripbarer langs Sunset Strip.

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person a and b having a romantic lunch date over school cafeteria vegan nuggets and cold french fries.

INSPIRATIONS - like real people by hozier. prompt by @otp-prompts-for-you​.

THIS FIC CONTAINS curse words. 

A/N - layout by @adoresobs​! the vegan nuggets were inspired a lot by @sideways-falling​‘s vegan tags in her animal posts and the many hours we have spent talking about ak! this fic is also a high school!au, so anthony and the reader are around 17/18. the mr. smith part is based on my real life teacher, but name and class were changed, lol.

pushing the tupperware box towards you, anthony smiles as he opens his own, happy that he was finally able to spend a quiet lunch with you. hillel, michael, and jack usually trailed behind you both, so once they told him they were spending lunchtime in the music room, he was excited to be able to finally be alone with you at school. the two of you had met during a poetry workshop class, and the two immediately hit it off. in order to ask you out, he had written a page long poem about what he found interesting about you, and it made you begin to see yourself in ways you never thought possible. your self-esteem and confidence went through the roof when anthony was around.

he made sure what your diet was, never judging you when you told him you were a vegan. he wasn’t, of course, but once he got the gist of the diet, he adopted it, replacing all animal-based products with certified vegan groceries, and one year into your relationship, he replaced everything in his diet to a vegan substitute. 

“how was mr. smith’s class?” he asked you, biting into a soggy french fry that he had packed. the sun was shining brightly on you, the courtyard filled with eating students.

you rolled your eyes, sighing heavily as you readied yourself for your rant. “it absolutely sucked ass! he collects the notebooks, gave us problems from the stupid algebra book to do, and at the end of class, he tells me that i did not, and i quote, ‘write my notes properly.’ how the fuck do i write notes properly? it’s based on how i fucking understand the fucking problem!” two people sitting nearby eyed you suspiciously. you sipped at your water bottle, fuming at your math teacher as anthony reached over to rub your shoulder to calm you down. he had mr. smith the previous year, and knew the frustration he had given many juniors in the years he worked at fairfax. “anyway,” you smiled softly at him, “how was mrs. anita’s class?”

he shrugged, chewing on a nugget as he thought of his answer. “she was out on maternity leave.”

“she had the baby?” 

he laughed, “she had the baby.” a glazed look came over anthony’s eyes, and you knew he was thinking about it, wondering what the gender was and what it could possibly look like. on multiple occasions, mrs. anita’s husband came into the class (mrs. anita was his class sponsor), and would bring multiple boxes of pizza with him (vegetarian and regular). anthony had talked about wanting a child in the near future, and every time he talked about it, this glazed look came over his eyes, like it did now, and he looked so happy, so content in his little imagination, that, deep in your heart, you wished you were the one to grant him that wish. “i think it’s a girl, but she hasn’t said anything about it. i bet her cheeks are so chubby.” his cheeks flushed, heart swelling in his chest as he looked so content. 

“i think the baby is a boy,” you chuckled, eating more fries. “and i think he most likely looks a lot like his dad.” 

“well i think she will look like mrs. anita,” he placed a hand on his chest. “i’m right, you’re wrong. she had pregnancy acne, too!” he smacks the table with his hand, making the bottles jump in the air. “old wives tale says that pregnancy acne means that the mother is having a girl!” 

“sometimes old wives tales lie!” you laugh, enjoying the talk you were able to get with anthony. when the others were around, they seemed to talk about sex and music, the latter being the only thing you actually listen to. growing up in a multi-talented household, you were raised to appreciate the arts, and even to participate in them. by 15, you played the guitar, bass, cello, piano, and the violin, and had written multiple poems that ended up published in newspapers around l.a. 

“perhaps they don’t!” anthony laughed alongside you. “my mother got pregnancy acne and gave birth to a girl! my dad said she had perfect skin when she was pregnant with me.” 

“my mother had multiple girls after me and she was perfectly fine,” you chuckled, closing the lid of the tupperware, pushing it away from you to allow you to lean your forearms against the table. “you just sucked the life out of her, anthony.” reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, he smiles brightly at you, flashing his crooked tooth, “perhaps.” 

“but really,” you reached into your bag to grab the juice you had thrown in there that morning, “i hope it’s a boy. i have too many sisters.” 

“it is the teacher’s baby, you know,” he reminded you, raising an eyebrow as he grabbed the bottle from your hand to take a sip. “i know, but it’s just that i want to help take care of a boy for once,” you pouted, resting your chin on your hands, waiting for anthony to give you the bottle back. 

as he gives it back, lid screwed tightly, the bell rings, alarming everyone to begin making their way towards their next class. “see you after school,” anthony reaches over the table, grabbing your shoulder, and pulling you in for a kiss, one of the lunch monitors yelling at the two of you to stop the pda. you dreaded to think about what will happen next year. 

this time next year, anthony will have graduated. this time next year, he will be off at college, possibly meeting a new girl that suited his needs better than you did. but until then, you had him all to yourself, a blessing that you never thought twice about, and a blessing you never wanted to let go off.

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Happy Birthday Flea 55 Born Michael Balzary, he is the bassist of the Red Hot Chili Peppers and widely considered to be one of the greatest rock bassists of all-time. Before Fame: He met Anthony Kiedis, the future Red Hot Chili Peppers frontman, at Fairfax High School in Los Angeles. He first played jazz trumpet but was taught the bass by Hillel Slovak, who would become the Red Hot Chili Peppers' first guitarist. He has played small roles in such films as Back to the Future II and The Big Lebowski.