A MICK JAGGER FANFICTION
"I don't need your pity," I tell him with a frown. I can't imagine spending the night with an entire band.
The man nods his head. "I know, but you do need my protection. You're a child." He emphasized the word 'child,' prob...
I walk onto the tour bus with Mick following right behind me. He was carrying my backpack, despite my protests. When I told him I could carry my own stuff he insisted he didn't mind and told me not to worry about it.
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(A/N: this is sort of what I imagine the bus to look like).
The bus looks a lot cleaner than I expected it to, considering five men lived in here. Other than a few empty beer cans, there wasn't much trash around. In the front, there were two black leather couches on either side of the bus, a large television hanging in the front, and a small table next to one of the couches.
Brian, Bill, and Charlie head to the back of the bus, where I assume all their bunks are. It was pretty late and they must be exhausted from their gig tonight—I'd probably do the same if I were them.
Keith sits down on one of the couches and grabs the remote, immediately turning the surprisingly loud volume down when it turned on. Neither him nor Mick seemed too alarmed by it, though.
He kicks his feet up onto the couch. "So, what's the plan for sleeping?" Keith asks. He glances up at me first and then Mick.
"Ria, you'll sleep in my bunk for the time being. I'll sleep out here," Mick explains. He takes a step closer to me. "You okay with that?"
"No, I'll sleep out here. I don't mind," I reply, looking up at Mick with pleading eyes. I would feel bad sleeping in his bunk while he was stuck out here—especially since he was already kind enough to let me stay with him. The least I could do is offer to sleep on the couch.
"And I don't mind either, darling," Mick tries to reassure me. The name sent a warmth to my cheeks—a warmth that pleased both Mick and Keith who let out a chuckle.
Mick grabs my hand. "C'mere," he says. We start walking to the back of the bus even though my reluctance was obvious. "What do you have in your backpack? Any clothes you can sleep in?" He stops by one of the empty bunks and hands me my backpack.
I nod my head. I had packed a T-shirt and some athletic shorts that I planned to wear to sleep in addition to the one other outfit I had in my backpack. Those were the only outfits I could bring without overpacking my bag.
"Good. You can get changed in the bathroom," he tells me. His hand rests on my shoulder as he points to a door which leads to the bathroom. "Do you have a toothbrush?" He questions as I walk away.
I turn around and nod my head.
"M'kay. You're allowed to speak, too. That's not something you need to ask to do." Mick rests his hand on the wall and looks at me. His head is tilted to the side and a slight smile on his face, like he was waiting to hear my response or waiting for me to blush like I have before.
