No expectations

It was 1966. I was 20 years old. I had been dating mick jagger a little over a year now. He was beautiful ; epitome of sex. We had a wonderful time together, going dancing out in blues clubs around London at night, sleeping in and strolling around the city by day. But the stones were getting famous- real famous. And with that, micks wandering eye toward other girls had only gotten worse. As the good 60s girl I was, i tried to turn a blind eye, and carry on. We were having such fun- and I loved the company of the rest of the stones.

    "How long though baby?" I smirked, as mick put on a red button up, and prepared to go record in the studio with the boys that night.

   "A couple hours tops, darling... You know 'ow these things go" Mick breathed, examining his face in our bedroom mirror.

"... The guys already over there then?" I asked, lounging on a nearby chair. He nodded, kissing my forehead with those beautiful plump lips. His face was still a baby face.

I had been a bit suspicious now for weeks. Mick had been constantly doing these evenings in the "studio"- however I knew fair well he was out elsewhere... And word was, with plenty of other girls. The sexy fun had started to dissipate, and we had been sharing more polite kisses then passionate nights. It was starting to eat away at me. Before I knew it, he kissed me sweetly goodbye, throwing on his jacket and heading out into the night.
  My evening was quiet. A few hours turned into the entire night, and I felt foolish having waited up for him for so long. I watched a bit of television, getting up for a glass of wine ... Alone in the quiet apartment the stones shared- tears welling up in my eyes. I knew something was up... But the thought of leaving him broke my heart. Around 2am I heard the door swing open and a boom of laughter. It sounded like Brian and Keith. There was crashing in the kitchen down stairs, and I laid in Mick and my bedroom eyes raw from crying. He still wasn't home. I heard the boys pummel up the stairs and peaked out into the dark hallway.

   "Y/n?" Keith exclaimed, mid joke with Brian. Charlie followed closely behind them eating a late night sandwich.
 
"Hey guys- mick with you?" I asked tiredly. Keith thought of an answer, obviously drunk, as Brian mumbled about not wanting to be a part of this conversation, quickly wandering away.
 
   "He's with Charlie" Keith quickly lied. Charlie, who stood a few feet behind, shook his head at Keith's stupid excuse which obviously made no sense- and headed to his bedroom in silence.

   "Keith..." I sighed, fed up. He giggled nervously, "it'll be fine, love... He'll be home soon" Keith tried saving himself, and lightening the mood. I wasn't having it.

  It was about an hour later that mick finally showed up a home, and I had sufficiently worked myself up to a fuming point. The next few moments erupted into my confronting mick, and a lot of screaming and arguing. I was hysterical. Tears streamed down my hot face , mick had become belligerent. He had been caught and was not taking blame. The argument ended somewhere around mick telling me to 'piss off' and my slamming our bedroom door. Surely we had woken all the house, but I was broken and didn't care. I walked down the hall, where I noticed Brian jones peaking out of his bedroom door tiredly.

  "Alright, y/n"? He whispered, I was not alright. "Come here love... Just... " he waved me into his bedroom, sad understanding in his tired eyes.

  I couldn't stop crying. He held me by the shoulders, looking me square in the face with his piercing blue eyes in the dark. "Breathe..." I was trying.

  He engulfed me in his arms, doing his best to calm me. Brian had become my favorite of micks friends, he always took time to chat, listen and had a sweet sensitivity. I could smell the beer on him but he was by no means sloppy.

  "I need to lie down... I don't know what I'm going to do Brian" I sobbed, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He was in a white tee and his bold magenta pajama pants. Always ahead of the times with fashion. 

   I could hear mick venting down the hall to Keith. 

  "Y/n, I've been watching mick acting simply awful to you... I know what been going on" he sat next to me tiredly, his voice a calm comforting sound with his beautiful queens English accent.
I nodded, wiping my tears.

   "I've been stupid"

    "You've been trusting... He's the one wrong here. Mick is my mate but faithfulness is not his strong suit, darling. " Brian sighed, matter of factly. Seemed like all the guys had known what was going on and not told me.

   "And none of you thought to tell me" I shook my head.

    "Lads honor... But I will tell you, it's nothing you deserve and in a way I'm happy you've found out- hopefully this will stop him hurting you" Brian explained sweetly. I glanced up at him, muffled breath. I had also been drinking that night... And here I was realizing that Brian was the Stone I should've been with in the first place. He looked at the floor, brushing fingers thorough his golden hair.

   "Thanks bri" I smiled through tears, him finally catching my gaze again.

    "Fuck it" he mumbled- quickly kissing me before I could have a second thought about it. I didn't stop him. If fact the kiss turned quickly passionate, and Brian ripped away.  "I'm sorry,y/n... That was out of line. You are such a cool chick and I am tired of watching jagger hurt you. You are gorgeous, I don't care anymore." Brian said matter of factly. I wasn't entirely surprised- as we had been getting closer and more bonded recently.

    " I don't care either" I looked at him in the dark- inches from my face. I pulled him close behind the neck, fingers in his blonde hair, and kissed his smirking lips.

  I didn't know what had come over me, but the mix of vulnerability and resent towards mick was driving this passion for Brian.

    "Are you sure about this?" Brian mumbled against my lips. I nodded.

  We kissed and kissed, finally laying beside each other. Something stopped us from going further, but I deeply enjoyed laying next to this sensitive and talented man. He wrapped an arm around me, pressing his lips to the top of my
Head.

   "It really will be alright" he repeated, both of us catching our breath. I nodded, breathing in the smell of his tee deeply. Brian was comforting. My eyes still swollen from crying, I drifted to sleep in his arms and he soon after passed out as well. The world sort of faded away.

   Not long after that night I became Brian's girl for real. Mick had already moved on to someone else and though tension existed, all agreed it was for the best. He was not perfect, but I was so deeply grateful to be Brian jones girl.