Whatever Happened To Brian Jones?

Its Not All Bad

Keith's POV:

"So he really doesn't remember?"

"Nope"

"Damn" she whispered softly.

I chuckled and followed her as she closed the door to the coffee shop and headed outside.

"I'd hoped he would've remembered, he seemed to have gone back in time to when he was Brian"

I looked over at her,

"What do you mean?"

"Oh.."

We stopped and sat down on a rock, far away from civilization.

"Do you remember 1962? Or '63?

I frowned,

"Err, not perfectly?"

"Well, Brian seemed..more put together then, I don't know, now it just seems he's coming apart at the seams"

She shook her head and looked at the sky in sadness,

"I miss him, I wish he'd come back"

"Should I tell him what he forgot when he got smacked by the cart?"

"No"

My mouth swung open at that,

"Why not? Don't you want him to know?"

"No" Katie repeated quietly, "he loves Anita now, that's that, I'll just have to live with my life now.."

Poor poor Katie, she didn't know how long Brian had worried and obsessed over that stupid little note.

"Anyway"

She looked back, and grabbed something from her dress, a piece of paper dropped in my lap.

"Here's the note I wrote to Brian a year ago"

I read it and leaned back on the rock.

"Well, I can see why he would wonder about this, but for a year?"

"I'd just hoped it would get him to think about who he'd become" she shrugged.

I stood up and stretched, it was getting dark.

"Maybe you should write a letter to him"

She looked up and stood up as well, we started walking back down into the town.

"Do you think I should?"

"Ya" I'd love to see his face, I added in my head.

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Katie's POV:

That night, I sat in bed with a pencil and a note pad. I'd decided to write something to Brian. But I couldn't decide what to start with.

Since it was only me that lived above the store, I decided to slip my record player out from where I'd shoved it in my small closet when I first moved here.

Along with it came the only record I'd brought to Morocco: Come On.

I gently set the little old record on the record player and put the needle down.

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Brian's POV:

I was wandering around in the dead of night. Why exactly? I could never tell you, because I don't know myself.

Id been looking out over Morocco from the balcony again. And suddenly I got this feeling to go down into the town.