Whatever Happened To Brian Jones?

Forgotten Friends

"Paul McCartney?" I repeated in a whisper. He pressed his lips together,

"Yes?"

"Don't you remember me?"

He dipped his head toward me and squinted his eyes. Then they widened.

"Katie? Oh! Now I remember!"

I chuckled and we started walking, back in 1963, I'd let The Beatles stay at my record store for a couple of days so they could hide from all their fans. That's when The Rollin' Stones met The Beatles.

"So how've you been, you want to grab some lunch?" Paul looked over at me and smiled.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I answered while putting my hands in my pockets, my fingers brushed the photograph.

"Naw, I can spare some moments with an old friend who saved me an' my mates from being trampled"

Huh, ok.

"So, how've you been then, Paul?" I asked as we entered a small tea shop.

"Great, The Beatles are pretty huge, and right now we're working on another album"

"Oh really?"

"Ya"

"What's it going to be called?"

"We were thinking something like Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club"

I nodded and we sat down at the counter.

"It needs something more though" I nodded thoughtfully and Paul grinned at me.

"How about Band!"

"Band?" He chuckled, "what Band?"

"No as in Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band!"

"That sounds pretty good actually, I'll have to tell John"

We ordered some tea and he turned toward me casually, "so, how's Brian an' the boys; The Rolling Stones?"

My smile dropped and I sighed, looked down. He dipped his head towards me and mirrored my frown. "What happened?"

"I was in Morocco for the past year," I started, "the reason why I left is because Brian was....cheating on me"

A moment of silence and then,

"Wow, I'm sorry Katie, you're a wonderful lady, I don't see why someone would want to do that"

I shrugged and looked out the window, so Paul wouldn't see the tears glistening in my eyes. That was the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

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Mick's POV:

Marianne looked stunning in her bathing suit, I must say. She smiled up at me from the pool and I dived in. The water encased my body and a cold chill went through me. When I resurfaced, I hugged her from behind and she yelped, then she turned around.

"You naughty boy, Mick!" Then she splashed me and I smiled back before giving her a bear hug.

After we'd finished swimming, we went over to Anita and Brian's room. I knocked on the door and there was a laugh on the other side and some rustling. Then Anita answered the door, her hair wasn't brushed and she looked flushed. "Hey Mick, hey Marianne" she giggled and someone came up behind her. Keith?

"Keith?"

"Ya," he replied, "me an' Anita are a couple now" they smiled at each other and my eyebrows came together. What about Brian? Did they break up?

"Did Anita break up with Brian?" I asked, confused, as Anita led Marianne inside and Keith took me outside. We started walking.

"Not really" Keith said once we were out of earshot of the girls.

"We'll then what happened?" My eyes widened and Keith bit his lip,

"Oh, uh, things..happen in a car, wonderful things, um"

"You didn't"

He looked up, "I..did"

"Why?! What will Brian think?!"

Keith stayed silent and a thought entered my mind, "he doesn't know, does he?"

Keith's head shot up and he shook his head quickly, "while you an' Marianne were away, um, Brian had been a bit down-"

"Ya, I know that"

"Ya and then, um we went on a tour and Brian collapsed from lack of food. At least that's what the nurse told me"

He paused,

"Anyways, I had been at that restaurant that Katie and Brian went to, and I saw Anita threaten Katie; she said to stay away or else! So I guess she chose to stay away"

I moved my hand in a circle, I already knew this! Why was he telling me again?

"I got Anita to confess and then Brian let 'er go, so now, I'm with Anita"

I looked around, scrunched up my eyebrows.

"Where IS Brian anyway?"

Keith looked around as well and then we turned back towards each other at the same time. We knew Brian was depressed, what could he have done? Just then, someone working there called me and Keith. We exchanged worried glances before running into the hotel.

"What is it?"

"Its the hospital"

I looked over and Keith mirrored my expression, horrified.

"A-and?" I whispered

"And your friend, Brian had an...accident" she paused to talk into the telephone while Keith and I ran as fast as we could to the hospital.