If Love Is the Drug [Brian Jones]

-16. Go Home, Girl -

  ~"Before you go I want you to know that I love you, yes I do
And though it breaks my heart, but darling we must part."~

*

Sun shone through Brian's bedroom window and brightened Celeste's face who still was sleeping peaceful next to him. A strain of hair was covering her face, which he gently tucked behind her ear before he caressed her face one last time. Brian needed to get up even if he didn't want to and would have preferred to spend his whole day with her in bed. His fear that he would grow tired of her as soon as he had her seemed totally stupid by now.

It were now four months that Celeste had been staying with him and not once had he wished for her to be gone or her to be a different girl- in fact he hadn't even been with somebody else than her during all that time. It might sound cliche, but Brian really only wanted her. Everyone else would just have been meaningless sex and he didn't see the pleasure in it anymore, when he had somebody at home waiting for him that he craved so much... Hence why he often arranged to get home just before David's bed time. At first he had tried to get home right after it, with the result that the boy had waited up to tell him goodnight and that Celeste had argued with him about her son needing his sleep. In every other case Brian wouldn't have bothered, but with her he just complied and soon he discovered that getting home early had its advantages.

He might still have mixed feelings about David, but he and Celeste made his life more lively. In the past he had gone out not to feel alone, but now he could just stay home and get the same result.

After what he had gone through in the last couple of years, his life finally started to look better again, even his worries about the others seemed less important all of sudden. Brian had found his peace.

With a smile on his lips he kissed Celeste's forehead before he got out of bed and got dressed.

It was rare that he got up before Celeste. She usually woke up very early and prepared breakfast for both him and David. Brian had to do without that today if he wanted to be on time, but he was sure by the time he got back home, she would have cooked a lovely dinner. He smiled at the thought and left his home whistling a melody, he had had stuck inside his head for a few days.

Maybe he could use it in some song someday.

*

He was late.

The photographer had taken forever and then Mick had complained about something ridiculous, forcing them to do everything once more.

Brian was just starring at the clock and hoping it would be over soon. His day had started so great and for nothing in the world did he want to have it ruined now, because Mick thought his ass didn't look right in the picture, as if anyone cared about that anyway. In the end the fans would like the album no matter what and the critics wouldn't like it no matter what. It was always the same.

It shouldn't be about them, but about the music. Though Brian still liked this idea to be a famous individual, that everyone loved, he had to admit Celeste was right. At the end of a day it didn't matter if you were famous or not if you did the things you liked. 

For the moment Brian had exactly two things he cared about more than anything else; Celeste and making music and if he had both in his life he was sure he never would be unhappy again. The Stones, though weren't what interested him any longer. John Lennon had proposed it once to him and Celeste had more than once said it to him as well.