𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒗:
1961
I sat on a seat alone with no one next or beside me, until a cute bloke sat next to me. I recognised him from primary school but never really know his name. "Hey ". He said cheerfully ."hi", was the only words I could let out ."wait I recognised you from somewhere ". What the actual fuck dose he mean? "Did you go to Wentworth primary?" I'm getting confused is he some stalker who is playing dumb or someone I used to know? "Umm...yeah, went too Wentworth primary ". I immediately regret saying that because who the fuck would say the school they used to some random ass stranger , a dumb ass , like me . "Well my name is Michael Philip Jagger if that rings a bell ". Wait...MICHAEL , MY EX NEXT-DOOR
NEIGHBOUR MICK?! " MICK?!" I screamed. Even one was looking at us , even side eyeing us. "Oh so my name does give you memories, so what's your ?" He said in a very casual way. "Keith Richards."
"KEITH IS THAT ACTUALLY YOU." He said that in excitement like he had gotten treasure or gotten a birthday present. "Um yeah?" I was kinda nervous seeing he after 7 years but it was nice to see him again since he was my first best friend " WELL , HI ." He had to say once again "you all ready Said that " I stated bluntly.
