27 Club [Brian Jones X Reader]

1969 [Chapter 8]

DISCLAIMER: I know that I'm not the biggest fan of Brian ever and I don't know everything about him, but I'll try to make him as realistic/accurate as possible. That being said, don't hate on me for just because I got something wrong or someone's personality is off. I'm writing this for FUN, not for a nobel prize in literature. So please enjoy this 'fic and try not to be too uptight about this, k? Also I DO actually know quite a bit about the details about Brian's death (Before and after. My search history must be concerning! XD), and I know that this story will be mostly inaccurate to how he actually died/the story behind everything, and I'm changing things up. Why am I doing this? Because it makes things WAY easier for me to write and update, and because it makes writing more fun ya know? So all in all, please have mercy for me if I get something wrong! :D Also, this chapter was actually a lot of fun to write and is probably my favorite chapter so far. Just sayin'. 

"Are you sure we should do this?" A man with brown eyes and long dark brown hair that fell down to his shoulders, sat in a car along with his comrade and singer. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and didn't feel too sure about himself or anything. His name was Keith Richard(s), and he was the lead guitarist for The Rolling Stones.

"Yes! We should!" The other man who was sitting next to Keith also had long brown hair which was of a lighter hue, and his hair was wavy. Instead of having brown eyes like Keith, his eyes were blue. His name was Mick Jagger, the singer/frontman of The Rolling Stones. "Have you seen Brian lately? The man's been either blitzed or stoned, and he can't even pick up his guitar. What use is he to us if he can't do anything?!"

Keith furrowed his eyebrows and thought for a moment. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Besides, we all decided on this. It's for the best."

"If you insist..."

At the same time, both Keith and Mick opened the doors of their car and walked towards the door of Cotchford Farm. The house itself was around 40+ years old, and was not in the best shape. However there was equipment and platforms set up around the house that indicated that the house was in a state of repair. A man with a very small mustache and a mostly bald head was standing on a ladder, working on the house. As Keith and Mick walked by, the man turned and stared at them with wide eyes, and was almost glaring at them. He looked like he was about to murder someone.

Mick shuddered when he caught the man's look and tried to ignore him. Keith didn't care however, and continued walking. "Hey Keith, doesn't that man seem a little... Off?"

Keith looked behind him to see the man, but he wasn't staring anymore, he was working on the house. "What, no? He's just a worker who's working on this house. Nothing more, nothing less."

Mick frowned. "Did you see his stare earlier? He looked at us like we were vermin or something that should be killed."

Keith chuckled. "Mick, I think he was only looking at YOU. You're the only vermin around here."