''So this writer wrote a 100% true story about the Rolling Stones. It is Paint it Black,'' I say to Mick opening the web page. I prepare myself for Mick's endless complaining, but I find he is just looking at me dead in the eye.

Mick then rolls his eyes. "I know who wrote that story," he said pointing his finger at me. "But nope that is not how it happened."

"Wow," I sighed. "I never would of guessed."

Mick quickly grabbed my phone and flicked through my library. "My Love? I'm not even going to ask." He opened up the story, his eyes scanned the page. "NOPE NOPE. ALL WRONG."

"Mick," I said grabbing my phone. "You've only read the first two opening paragraphs."

"That's where the mistake is IT MENTIONS KEITH. NOT ME.''

I look at him blankly, this book was a terrible idea but it might prove interesting to go behind the scenes. We can skip Mick constantly whining for a couple more minutes (and we were still only on the first chapter.)

"Okay, so not all it was wrong," he finally mumbles. ''I actually paid Donovan, you may of heard of him?"

I nod as he continues.

"Yeah, I paid him to follow Keith around all day and play sitar. I actually tried one of the Byrds first but they just used guitars with an Indian sound. There is nothing better than having some play sitar music when he is trying to relax or have some alone time... Makes him think of Brian, major turnoff." Mick laughed, then continued. "It is pretty enchanting at first but after hearing it day in and day out...''

I paused, there was much to say about this. ''You are... evil.''

''Thank you darling,'' he says with a gleam in his eyes.

''Fuck off,'' I say trying to continue the interview, or whatever the fuck this was. I throw the nearest lamp at him, hoping he'd get the hint.

Mick pouted. ''Okay, next thing...''

Chapter 2:

Mick took a massive breath. ''I FUCKEN HATE COCONUTS NOW.''

''Oh... okay,'' I manage.

He grabs me by the shoulders, and shakes me. ''NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! THIS ONE NUT RUINED THE MOMENT.'' He breathes heavily.

I try to hold back my laughter. ''You do realise how BAD that sounds right?"

Mick went back to pouting. ''It is unfair! I almost had Keith there.''

I shake my head. ''Okay whatever.'' Sometimes it was just easier to play along with the bullshit Mick spews out. ''Anything else to report on this chapter?''

Mick sat back down in his seat properly and tried to get comfy again. ''Keith mentioning he liked piñatas is a massive foreshadow for what's to come. It's a metaphor for how Keith himself in this story becomes the pinata; something that is constantly beaten up.''

I pause. ''Wow, you said something meaningful and deep. I'm impressed.''

Mick gave me a sly smile. ''Be impressed, it's not the only thing about me that can be deep.''

''There we go,'' I say rolling my eyes. ''Moment ruined with unnecessary sexual references. ''

Chapter 3:

''So Mick, I'm probably going to regret asking this but what DID happen that night that meant Keith ended up in the boot of a car?"

Mick did not answer the question, so I moved on...

Chapter 4:

Mick looked at the ground, in a moment of sadness. ''Killed by Brian's clothes! The WORST way to go!''

''I don't know I can think of worst things... like being stuck here with you Mick.''

He blushed. ''Aww Grace... I'm flattered!''

''That wasn't a compliment that was a death threat.'' It seems he will never get the message, even if it hit him in the face with a lamp.

Chapter 5:

"What did you wish for?'' I say, getting up to pour myself something a little stronger than just plain lemonade. I needed this.

Mick got up as well and followed me around. ''If I told you it wouldn't come true.''

I sipped my drink. ''First off, sit the fuck back down and second I wouldn't worry, no one loves you anyway.''

He pouted with his big fish lips, as he sat back down. ''I'm not telling you now.''

''Suit yourself.''

Chapter 6:

Mick looked up dreamily to the ceiling. ''Elisa,'' he sighed happily. ''I would date her if I could.''

I face palm. ''Don't scare me like that.''

Chapter 7:

Mick snorted. ''It was 69 and it is funny!"

I face palmed yet again. I knew I should of kidnapped someone interesting!

''Of course I can read,'' Mick went on. ''How else can I read my very own smut. Fanfics written about me. Yes, I read them all!" He looked rather proud of himself too.

I kinda wanted to vomit, but I just downed my glass. ''I should of known Mick.''

Mick rubbed his head. ''Those beads hurt.''

I blinked a couple of times. ''Lamps do not scare you but beads do??? Interesting. Remind me to get more beaded lamps.'' I got up off my seat and began to walk away.

''Where are you going?'' He looks at me innocently, which is a strange look for him. He looked like a little kid that I would want to punch in the face.

''Away from you,'' I snap. ''I can see why Keith drinks so much. He has to put up with you, now fuck off!"

He gasps. ''What about MY book?"

''We can finish it later.'' Looks like there is going to be a part two, but was I really going to go through this though...