1967
Brian's POV:
We were going to Morocco.
Anita wasn't too thrilled, but I said it was to record some musicians, and that Mick and Keith were going to come as well. She readily agreed, but I don't know why though.
On the plane ride, I looked out at the earth and wondered what it would be like to die.
How would I die?
My dreams were tainted different colors, actually, they were nightmares.
When we arrived, it was sandy. Sand everywhere. I looked up at the setting sun and wished, for the first time in a year, that Katie was here beside me. I looked back, but it was only Keith.
"Come on Brian! I'm tired, lets go find a place to stay"
Mick grumbled from the back of the line and I hurried down the stairs.
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Katie's POV:
I woke up tired, dressed, and trudged down the stairs. Nodding to the man that was always there.
I blew out a breath and the fabric in front of my face blew up.
The man chuckled and went back to the newspaper he was reading.
"Good morning sunshine"
I whispered to myself as I grabbed a cloth to wipe the counter.
A customer arrived, cleared his throat, and sat down at the counter.
I knew that black hair, those eyes.
Keith.
I walked over and he looked up, boy had he changed. Did he even brush his hair anymore?
"Hey you"
"Hello"
He let out a breath and looked past me.
"Katie"
My eyebrows went up and my eyes widened.
"How could you tell?"
"Your eyes"
He paused,
"Your accent"
That's right! I still had a small English accent from my time growing up in England.
I looked round and asked the man if we could close up for the day.
He said yes and took a spot behind the counter saying it was time he 'did his share'.
I grabbed Keith's arm and pulled him outside.
"But what about my teeeeeaa?"
He whined and I shushed him.
We started walking.
"Is Brian here?"
He pressed his lips together.
"Yes"
My eyes widened
"Will you take off that thing already? Haven't seen your face in..."
I sighed and took off the headpiece, clutching it in my hand.
"Thank you"
Ok then.
We approached the hill where the musicians were and I sighed contently.
"You know, Brian misses you"
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Whatever Happened To Brian Jones?
FanfictionSequel to The Day I Met Brian Jones Of The Rollin' Stones