Everyone climbed into their cars, I walked inside with Ronnie, and everyone drove off as Mick, Keith, Brian, Bill, and Charlie's cars disappeared, and all split at the end of the road, Keith shouted from his window
"Long live Alex and The Rolling Stones!"
"Long live Alex Richards!"
Ron shouted as I hugged him.
The Rolling Stones parted away for a while, I felt like I'd never see Keith again.
Tears streamed down my face, as Ronnie walked up the driveway.
He opened the door, I didn't flinch. Ron then picked me up, and held me for a while.
"I know what will cheer you up!"
He walked me over to Night and Junior, but it didn't work.
I cried, and cried on his shoulder.
He rubbed my back gently, and took me inside.🏴
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Alex And The Rolling Stones
General FictionThis is the story of a four year old boy, (told from his point of view)-who doesn't understand love, or what it means to have a family, or even a friend. He learns that 'you can't always get what you want' , what a family is, and how bad, and or go...
