Just a heads up this is in 1966, and you were 7.

Keith's pov

I sat in the interrogation room, at the police station. "So, where were you the night the murder took place?" The cop asked.

"I took Y/N out for ice cream. I thought I was entitled to do so, being my friend's daughter who was out of town." I wasn't afraid of them. They were idiots. Do you think I would kill my friend's girlfriend? I wouldn't.

Your pov

You were sitting in between Bill and your dad, Mick. You were shuffling a deck of cards. A habit you had when you were scared. "Mr. Jagger, cam we speak to your daughter?" A man at the counter asked.

"Certinanly, sir." Your father turned to you. "Honey, you tell the truth when the man talks to you, okay?" You nodded.

"Y/N, were you with Keith, a night ago?" You nodded.

"Yes, mister."

"Was he nice to you?"

"Yes, mister."

"Where did you go?" He seemed suspicious.

"The ice cream parlor and then we went to the Stone's house and watched movies." The cop nodded and let you go back to were you were sitting. Keef was walking out of the room. You ran up to him.

"Mr. Richards you are free to go." The man who talked to you said.

You walked out of the police station, holding Keef's hand. "We're we going Keef?"

"To the sweets shop." He smirked.

"Yay!" You smiled. The rest of the band looked down at you and smiled back. Their little Y/N.