I don't want you to be no slave
I don't want you to work all day
I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue
I just wanna make love to you, baby
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A.N.: For Grace, because she wanted them to have a date and because this is probably the most awkward chapter I've ever written. At least there is no watermelon involved or maybe that would have made this a lot easier to write...

Seriously this is probably the worst thing I've ever written, but I'm too annoyed at it to rewrite it. Again. And it's ridiculously long and this is only half the chapter... Which means there is no preview either... I really need to clean up my drafts. Sorry well I'll shut up now.
Anyway enjoy~

3 months.

That's all we had left, at least one of us. I still wanted it to be me, but I suspected I had messed up that option by telling him. Brian would never forgive me and I had seen where that had led to... At this point all we could do was wait and hope that by some miracle everything turned out in the end, even if none of us believed it anymore. Strangely, that made me feel closer to Brian than before. I wanted to be with him, to enjoy what was left of our time, before it run out. Hence I was even excited about the holiday.

At first the thought had made me nervous to be honest. I had never been away before. A holiday was expensive and the only thing I really wanted to have a break from would follow me wherever I went and I had always been alone, there never had been a real reason for me to go, but now with Brian it was different. I wouldn't be alone and it was nice to finally be able to do some normal things. If it weren't for Mary, I probably would have finally even managed to put my whole nervousness about it behind me.

Mary was still staying with us and had made it her duty apparently to put the idea in my head that there was something more behind this than a simple travel. She even offered to look after everything while we were away. It seemed absurd, but maybe she felt better if her stay was no charity but a duty. I doubted it though. She wasn't the kind of person who was bothered by such things, I was.

I just hoped for her sake that she talked to Ben soon, not that I wanted to get rid of her. I loved Mary, I really did and I totally sympathised with her current situation, but it would have been nice to be alone with Brian again. Whenever I had a minute with him she butted in and it ended with her fighting with him or he with her. We didn't have that much time left and I wanted to spend it differently than watch them argue with each other, especially when I was the reason most of the time.

Whatever Brian did, Mary had to disagreed with it and it had got to the point that it became ridiculous. One day he had come home with a bouquet of flowers and it had nearly ended with Brian hitting her with it. There hadn't been any special reason for the flowers and it had astonished me immensely, but anyway it had been a very nice gesture of him and I liked them. It was nothing special, just some daisies, but I think I liked them therefore. I didn't need anything big, it just made me feel uncomfortable and most of the time I had no idea how to react accordingly. The necklace and bracelet he had bought me were still inside their boxes and I doubt I would wear them any time soon. The daisies were nothing special, flower wise, but simply the fact he got me them was thoughtful of him and enough for me, but I was the only one who shared that opinion. Mary started to complain the moment she saw him, that he should have bought me roses instead of this cheap bouquet, considering he could afford them easily. Of course Brian couldn't just let that go past him and I just stood in the middle of the kitchen with flowers in my hands watching the two argue.

Another time I had come home late, because of work and was happy to eat something, shower and go to bed, but Mary had a different plan. She had been alone the whole day and even if Brian had been there she wouldn't have spent her time with him, so she was overjoyed to finally have somebody to talk to. I didn't want to let her down, so despised my exhausted state I chatted with her and I even enjoyed it, but I surely wasn't complaining when Brian told her to leave me 'the fuck' alone either.

That's why I couldn't understand why he hadn't thrown her out yet and I started to suspect that there was something more going on, other than Brian being nice. The most obvious explanation would be if they had an affair, but I couldn't imagine that. I mean their relationship just seemed different... On the other hand, how should I have known what it looked like? It might have been really naïve of me, but I trusted them both.

And it looked more as if Mary knew something Brian didn't want her to tell me. Mary had made certain comments about mine and Brian's holiday at which he had glared at her without saying a word. Then again, she always was implying things when it came to my and Brian's relationship. So with a mixture of excitement and nervousness I got into Brian's car. He still hadn't told me where he was taking me and I doubted he would before we reached our destination.

I couldn't remember if I had ever been so long inside a car. Probably not. I still had mixed feelings about driving. I had to admit it was comfortable not to suddenly bump into somebody and saw them die, but the idea of a car crash didn't appeal to me either. Then again did I really need to worry about that anymore?

Brian was mostly quiet, probably because I was as well. Of course we had many things to talk about, but I didn't want to address them. It was nice just to sit here and watch the landscape change before my eyes. At this point I no longer felt scared about being away, but excited. I had been so caught up in my routine, because of my gift that now that I saw something new it made me feel freer in a way. I could live and do things like everyone else despised being different. No matter how this ended I had to thank Brian for that revelation. Without him I probably would have never started to appreciate life more.

"We're here," he announced as he drove inside a small village. I had no idea where here was nor why he had bothered to bring me here, it looked like nothing special. Just a small town in the middle of nowhere in the countryside. A place nothing ever happens and whose residents number was and would never be four-digit long.

"Is there a special reason you brought me here?" I asked as he looked outside the window as if he was searching for something, making me hope that he really knew what he was doing or at least where we were going to. I might be excited, but that didn't mean I couldn't feel uncomfortable as well.

"No," he simply replied and kept on searching for a parking spot I supposed, considering we just had passed a hotel and I doubted there were many more around here. I wondered how Brian had even got the idea to take me here and it only made my suspicion or rather Mary's ideas stronger that there was something more behind this, even if I had no idea what or maybe I was only overanalysing everything again as I was most of the time.

"And you're fine to take me to the middle of nowhere?" I tried again.

"Don't tell me you wanted me to put you in the middle of attention?" he replied and finally pulled into a parking spot. "Charlie I just wanted to spend some quiet days with you and I thought you would appreciate this rather than if I'd take you to... I don't know Paris? You don't like to be around too many people and this seemed perfect. A small town, away from everything, or am I wrong?"

"No... I'm just surprised you were so considerate. This must be really boring to you. I mean you travelled all around the world and saw so much, whereas I haven't even left the country once..." I mumbled and just wanted to get away again. I nearly fled out of his car as soon as Brian had stopped the motor. It was great to be so close to him, but he made me admit things I didn't want to and it still unnerved me.

"Maybe someday. You still have time..." I heard him nearly whisper when he got out of the car as well. He hadn't said 'unlike me', but he didn't need to.

"I- Let's go to the hotel. It's getting cold," I lamely said and got my bag out of the back of the car. It was rather light, especially compared to Brian's, who seemed to have packed half of his closet and I wondered how he had managed when they had toured. He hardly could have taken everything with him then, but I suspected he had only packed a minimum and had bought whatever he needed on the road. It really wasn't my business, but from what I had witnessed Brian wasted most of his money on useless or far too expensive things.

"Do you want me to help you?" he asked and teared me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even remarked that Brian had gone around the car and was now standing next to me, with his own suitcase in hand.

"Eh... no it's fine. I didn't pack much," I mumbled, embarrassed.

He raised an eyebrow at that, grinning. "You're right, you probably don't need much clothes anyway."

I was surely blushing now. "I didn't-" I started, but didn't get any further before a vision interrupted me. Water. Suffocating. Death. Brian had taken my hand in his and I wasn't sure how to interpret his expression.

"You know your eyes always get strangely empty if you have a vision," he pointed out, but I didn't reply. I just looked at him surprised, even if I wasn't exactly sure why. It made strangely sense, but maybe it simply was the fact that he had remarked it? Nobody had ever said anything. My grandmother, Mary or even Mr Evan hadn't they seen that as well? Or hadn't they cared? "Charlie, let's go, I don't want you to catch a cold, because you overthought something again. You can do plenty of that inside, where it's warm," Brian said and yanked me anew out of my thoughts.

I still remained quiet and followed him. We hadn't parked that far away, but nothing was exactly far away considering the size of this village. The hotel was just down the street and I wondered anew how Brian had even found this place, had he been here before perhaps or was there really a special reason for our visit?

I had no idea what to think and I felt even more helpless when we entered the hotel. I had never been inside one before, but this was definitely not what I expected, even if I wasn't sure what I had actually expected. To me the décor looked like nobody had bothered to renew anything in the last 20 or 30 years at least. Everything looked clean and tidy, but it had such an old flair. The newest thing in the lobby was probably the T.V behind the reception desk and I wasn't sure what to make out of this. Brian didn't seem fazed at all and I suspected he probably was used to this. I had no idea in how many hotels he had stayed in during his life and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer either, because I doubted his stays had only ever included sleep.

Brian stepped closer to the desk and I kept on following him. The receptionist hardly looked up from the television at us at which I was very thankful. Whenever I went out with Brian and he got recognised, everyone was all over him and it made me very awkward. Even if most ignored me, I preferred it, if it was only the two of us.

"I booked a room for the following week under the name Lewis." He told the receptionist. Confused I looked at Brian, but he only smiled at me. "I paid beforehand," he added.

"You're in room 23. Here's the key, don't lose it and enjoy your stay. The stairs are around the corner," the man mumbled as he handed Brian the key and continued to watch television, ignoring us again.

Brian thanked him and made his way over to the stairway, pulling me along. I didn't like holding hands much, because it forced me to follow him around and I preferred to well walk around alone, at my own speed, not somebody else's or maybe I only wasn't used to so much closeness. It definitely was no bad sensation, in certain situations it made me even feel less nervous to be so close to him. It reassured me, if it weren't for the strange feeling it gave me some times. I simply wasn't used too so much affection and Brian sometimes overwhelmed me or simply made me feel uncomfortable, like before when he had rather used my name than his.

"Why did you use my name?" I asked. We nearly had reached the first floor and it probably was safe to say that the receptionist wouldn't hear us. I doubted he would have minded it for a second that Brian had checked in under a wrong name, but it was still better to be safe than sorry.

Brian shrugged. "Did you forget my name is Lewis as well? So technically I used mine."

"And what is wrong with Jones? I get it you're famous, but you're hardly the only person alive named Jones and judging by the interest of the receptionist, you could have told him you're the Queen and he wouldn't have cared."

"Maybe I just wanted a name that we shared. Let's see here is 20, so 23 should be around here somewhere."

My heart nearly skipped a beat at his words and I probably would have stopped walking if Brian wasn't still holding my hand and pulling me along with him.

"Brian-"

"I'm not going to ask you again, it's your turn." He interrupted me. "Well there it is," he stopped and opened the door of our room, but my mind was still elsewhere to focus on anything at the moment.

"My turn?" I asked him dumbfounded.

"I at least asked you thrice now and I don't like to be turned down, so the next time you can ask," he replied and went inside the room ahead. He finally let go off my hand and I hurried after him. The room like the lobby looked rather old fashioned and rather sparse. There only was a minimum on furniture, which probably was to be expected, considering it kind of belonged to nobody. "I'll probably turn you down though, only that you see how that is," he added.

I frowned. "You want me to ask you to marry me, only to turn me down in the end?"

"Or maybe I'll say yes. I'm not sure yet," he answered shrugging and sat his suitcase down before the bed.

I shook my head. "You're impossible."

"And still you couldn't resist me," he retorted smiling, turning towards me and I immediately knew he was up to something.

"Brian-"Water. Suffocating. Death. A vision usually only lasted about a few seconds, which was apparently enough time for him to throw me on the bed. He was leaning over me, holding me by my arms making me feel rather uncomfortable, trapped and embarrassed, but most of all angry at my stupid gift and at him for using it for his own benefit.

"For once your talent works in my favour," he mumbled and started to kiss my neck. His hands wandered from my arms to my waist to pull me closer to him and I didn't need to see the future to know where he was going with this.

"Brian we can't!" I exclaimed, trying to put some distance between us again, but Brian obviously had other plans.

"Why?" he whispered in my ear. His hot breath made me shudder and I knew if he kept this up any longer I doubtlessly would give in. He probably knew that as well and it made me feel only more awkward. "I don't see any reason for us not to and I know you want me too." I had no idea how he did it, but his hands were under my blouse, before I could even blink and I nearly whimpered at his touch. I bid my lip in hope that no other sound would escape my mouth and emphasise his statement, but it was too late. Brian grinned at my obvious flustered state and leaned in.

"It's the middle of the day and this isn't our bed!" I suddenly blurted out, before he could kiss me surprising him and to a degree even myself.

Brian stopped and pulled away. "And that's a problem why?"

"I don't feel at ease, okay?" I mumbled. Brian sat up abruptly, giving me enough space to do the same and I sighed relieved.

"Well then let's go home."

"And the holidays?" I asked confused.

He laid down on the bed again, looking up at the ceiling sighing. "If I have the choice between having sex with you at home or staying here and not sleeping with you, I'll choose the first."

"Seriously?"

He didn't reply, but he didn't have to for me to know the answer. He would. In the last few weeks I had turned him down more than once and even though Brian didn't complain I suspected that he wasn't exactly happy about it either and I didn't want as Keith had called it for him 'to get rid of it somewhere else.'

"I- Okay," I had taken a deep breath in hope to make me sound at least a bit more confident than I was, but it wasn't any help.

"Okay what? Do you want to go home again or what?" Brian grumbled from his position on the bed, making me turn towards him.

"I'll sleep with you."

"How generous of you," he remarked rolling his eyes.

"Excuse me for being uncomfortable with this. I didn't spend a majority of my life sleeping with everyone who crossed my path!" I commented annoyed and nearly wanted to hit myself a minute later when I saw Brian's expression. I had gone too far.

"I didn't!" He exclaimed sitting up, clearly enraged now. "And even if I had, you do realise it takes two for that? Not everyone is as uptight as you apparently are."

"I'm not uptight! I feel insecure, you idiot!" I retorted. "Brian I've never been in love and with you... You- You've experienced so much, whereas I just hoped nobody minded me and I still don't see why you should."

"I- You've never been in love before?" he mumbled confused, but at least his anger seemed to have disappeared. It still was astonishing how his moods sometimes could change from one minute to the other.

"I don't think so... Is that so surprising?" I sighed. "I told you a million times why it is better that I stay away from people. I even tried to get rid of Mary at first, but she didn't want to let me go... Until I met her I thought I would die all alone someday and that was good enough for me."

Brian was now sitting crossed-legged on the bed, hands in his lap and his face hidden behind his hair. I couldn't see his face nor did he say anything and I wasn't sure how to react. I hadn't said anything for him to feel or at least look so down. I took a deep breath and moved closer to him. He still didn't react and so I took his hand in mine, hoping to finally get a reaction out of him. Water. Suffocating. Death.

"I want you to move on when I die..." he mumbled, still hiding behind his hair.

I squeezed his hand gently. "Brian-"

"Mary told me there was this bloke at your work who likes you, she probably only said it to spite me and make me jealous, but I don't want you to be hung up on my death and hide away again. Go out with him or whoever you want... as long as it is not Keith"

I had to smile at that despised the graveness of this conversation. "You know that I don't like Keith in that way and Edgar doesn't like me, and even if he did, I love you."

"But I'm not around for much longer, aren't I?" He remarked finally looking me in the eyes and I suddenly had this huge urge to hug him. Usually I wouldn't have given into it, but currently I didn't care. I moved anew closer to him and hugged him as good as I could with only one arm. "Charlie, I don't expect you to live like a nun for the rest of your life. Then again you're already trying to do that now," he added and I let go of him immediately.

"Did you just use my sympathy for you to get me to hug you?" I accused him.

"Maybe. Even if I had hoped at a bit more sympathy from your side. I had at least hoped for a kiss." He replied smiling and I pulled my hand away, before I crossed my arms before my chest.

"That way you won't ever get one again."

"You're no fun." He pouted, making me laugh.

"And still you couldn't resist me?"

He laughed. "Did you just quote me?"

"Maybe." I replied smiling as well.

"I love you," he said before I kissed him softly. Brian returned it eagerly and it didn't take him a minute to put his arms around my back to pull me closer to deepen the kiss and I didn't mind it one bit. His hands found the way to the hem of my blouse once again and I felt his fingers grasp my skin, making me tremble. I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel immensely attracted to him.

Brian broke the kiss, making me lean in for him again and him smile at my act. "You move fast for somebody that told me we couldn't do this here not even half an hour ago."

"Shut up." I mumbled before I closed the distance between us again. My hands found their way around his back and we laid down on the bed.

There was nothing I could have compared the sex with Brian with, but I think I started to understand why he was so fond of it. It was sweaty and exhausting, but it had this hugely liberating effect as well, nearly as if I could forget all my worries at least for a little while and it made you feel so good... Even if after it I felt even more awkward than before and Brian usually was no real help.

"See you didn't mind it one bit that we weren't home. I even think you never were that eager before"

"I- That doesn't mean I was comfortable with it," I mumbled embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to hide myself underneath the covers, but my head lay on Brian's chest and he had his arm around me, giving me hardly the chance to hide away.

"I have an idea how we can change that," he suggestively pointed out and started to caress my hip.

"Brian no, we can't just stay the whole day in bed," I scolded him and pushed his hand off me.

"But that's what people do on holidays."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I may have never been on a holiday, but I'm not stupid nor naïve."

Brian sighed. "Okay maybe I just want to benefit from the time where your stupid friend can't barge in and ruin the mood or you are too tired and nearly fall asleep the minute you're in bed."

"You asked Mary to stay with us," I pointed out.

"For you. Trust me if it was up to me, I wouldn't keep her around for a second longer than I had to." Brian turned his body towards me, forcing me to adjust my position as well. My head slid of his chest onto the pillow and my arm that had previously rested on his chest as well was now around him. He pulled me closer to him, making me momently blush upon realising how close we actually were to each other. Naked. "I would like it much better if it was only you and me again."

I bid my lip. "Is that really the only reason you let Mary stay?"

"You don't think I have an affair with her, don't you?" he asked frowning and pulled away a bit again, to have a better look at me. Even though I hadn't accused him, Brian seemed offended at my question and I suspected I wasn't the first person to wonder about his motifs.

"I trust you and if you had slept with her, Mary would have told me about it. As you might know she doesn't like you much and would be happy to discredit you."

Brian snorted. "I don't get how you can stand her."

"And she doesn't get how I can stand you, but for real did you only let her stay because of me?"

"At least she's protective of you." he remarked sighing.

"Brian you didn't answer my question."

"And you never let me ask mine or you evade it."

I frowned. "What question? If I would marry you? To be fair you didn't even ask it once properly."

"I asked you."

"You demanded it. You never worded it out properly once."

"I did, but if you don't like my versions, okay then tell me how I should have asked."

"Will you marry me?" I said and was immediately greeted by a big smile on Brian's part and I realised what I had just done. "You wanted me to say it! You tricked me!" I exclaimed and pushed him away from me, but Brian strengthened his hold on me.

"I would never have done that. I'm completely shocked about your request. I wasn't expecting that at all." He remarked sounding totally innocent.

"I didn't ask you!"

Brian clearly was amused and I knew I wouldn't get out of this easily. "You did and now I have to think about it. I mean I love you, but marriage is so serious and I'm still young, I could always meet somebody else."

I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time since we were here. "Brian stop this stupid act and anyway I thought you wanted to turn me down!"

"But I don't know when I get a chance like this again, even if I have to admit you could have done this a bit more romantically... Then again I kind of like it that you proposed to me naked in bed... " he remarked and pulled me closer again.

"Brian, no I didn't!" I retorted and put my hands on his chest to push him away, but his hold was stronger and judging by the grin on his face he wouldn't lessen it either. "Please don't force me to this, I do everything you want."

It lessened and he raised an eyebrow. "Everything I want?"

"I-" I took a deep breath. "Yes." I wouldn't have thought it possible, but his smile got even bigger and my suspicion that this was an even worse idea did as well. "Why does this feel as if I'm selling my soul to the Devil?"

Brian leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Oh I don't only want your soul, but your body as well and everything else you have to offer."

"As long as you stop taking this serious..." I mumbled embarrassed.

"I can live with that, so now we only have to seal our deal with a kiss and you can forget that you proposed to me."

"Why do we need to seal it with a kiss? Can't we just say we're good and you let go off me again?" I didn't have a problem with kissing him, not anymore, but we were too close and naked. Brian wouldn't just stop at the kiss and battling my awkwardness once a day was already hard enough for me.

"Because that's how deals with the devil work," he stated as if I had asked a very stupid question.

"I don't want to know where you know that from..."

"Says the woman who has death following her around. Charlie, just kiss me or I'll start to think about your proposal again."

I sighed, but gave in and kissed him. I really wanted to make it short, I really wanted to, but I couldn't. Brian returned it and pulled me closer to himself in the progress again. I nearly gasped at the sensation of his skin on mine and felt him smile through the kiss. He knew he had won and my mind no longer cared about much.

However Brian always knew what to say to get me out of it. I suspected he was indeed trying to help in his very own special way to get me to move on and to prevent me from dwelling on something and considering how the first time we had slept with each other had ended I nearly was thankful that he at least tried something to prevent me from hiding under my covers after every time we had been intimate.

"I'm hungry. I hope there's a good restaurant around here." I was still trying to catch my breath and thought at first I hadn't heard him correctly, because it seemed so totally random in that moment. He had just rolled of me and was as well still trying to catch his breath, so the thought of food seemed too absurd for me in that moment, especially when he had given me a whole different idea on how he wanted to spend the evening.

"I thought you wanted to spend the whole day in bed."

Brian laughed. "No matter how tempting that offer sounds, we have all week and I really need something to eat."

"I didn't mean-"

"Charlie loosen up. Do you seriously think I would expect you to have sex with me day and night?" he asked and got out of bed. "I'm already happy enough at this point if Mary doesn't interrupt us or if you don't tell me you're too tired for it because you still feel awkward. I don't understand your problem; it's been what 5 months since I first saw you naked? And trust me that evening you really didn't look your best." He remarked and at this point he had picked up his clothes to look for a packet of cigarettes to light himself one.

"What do you think? I nearly drowned! I would have liked to see you in my place!" I exclaimed and again felt hugely stupid at my words, especially when I saw Brian's face. "I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Get dressed." He ordered and disappeared in the bathroom. The door closed behind him with a loud bang and I couldn't have felt guiltier.I wanted to tell him how sorry I was, but I doubted he would listen. It was the best to let him cool down now and maybe later try to talk to him...

I sighed and got out of bed as well to get dressed. My clothes glued to my skin and I would have done everything to have a quick shower, but Brian was still in the bathroom and I doubted he would want to see me. It was just a dinner anyway. I combed my hair to make myself at least look somewhat presentable again and sat down on the bed waiting.

It was horribly quiet and even though I hadn't thought it possible it made me feel even worse. I had no idea how long I sat there looking out of the window when I finally heard the bathroom door open.

"Are you finished?" he asked as he put his coat and hat on.

"I- yes," I mumbled.

He nodded. "Let's go then."

Brian wasn't holding my hand this time nor did he wait for me. He just walked on ahead and I stumbled after him. I had no idea where we were even going, but I didn't want to ask him either. Brian didn't give me the impression that he wanted to talk to me anyway. I understood that my remark must have upset it, but he had to know that I hadn't meant it as well...

The receptionist didn't look up when we entered the lobby nor did he when we left the hotel. Again I was kind of thankful for his disinterest, especially when we entered a restaurant. I still wondered if Brian had been here before or if he really had just randomly walked through the village until he found a restaurant. Probably the latter.

The restaurant wasn't full, it was actually far from it and still all eyes seemed to be on us or rather on Brian the moment we entered. I doubted they got much visitors around here to begin with and even less that were famous.

Immediately a waitress was next to us and fussed over Brian. Usually he put his arm around me and kept me close, but not this time. He was still ignoring me as was the waitress. I bid my lip and was debating my options. I could go back to the hotel and hope that whenever Brian got back, he was in a better mood and we could talk or I could stay here and he could give me the silent treatment for the rest of the evening while he smiled at the waitress.

"A table for two." Water. Suffocating. Death. When the vision ended, Brian had his arm around me and directed me towards a table. I could have sworn that the waitress had shot me a glare, but at that moment I didn't care. I was glad that Brian was at least acknowledging me again.

I really wanted to tell him how sorry I was, but I didn't get the time. We had hardly sat down, when somebody asked Brian to take a picture with him, after that the waitress came around and so on. Nobody cared about me at least, but Brian didn't get a minute of peace and I had no chance to speak to him as well. Usually when we went out to eat we always went to the same places, so after some time the people were used to see us and left us on our own.

I couldn't understand how Brian did it. He smiled throughout the whole affair and was awfully nice. I was sure he couldn't enjoy this, he had hardly enough time to eat and the million questions he had to answer... I knew he hardly could tell them to fuck off, but it still was odd to see him act so... so nice. Not that Brian was usually mean, but he was different. He could be really charming no doubt about it, but at the same time he could be awfully rude.

At least to me, to those people around us, he was an angel and somehow it made me feel even worse and I couldn't have felt more relieved when we finally left.

"Aren't you tired of all those people fussing over you?" I asked as soon as we were outside, hoping to get him to talk to me again and that sounded safe enough as a start.

He sighed and lid himself and me a cigarette. "It makes them happy and without fans the Rolling Stones wouldn't have got where they are today. And they're harmless, they just want a signature and a picture. I'm more annoyed at those fans that steal my things, I never get rid of or look at my girlfriends as if they want to rip of their heads, like the girl who was sitting in the back. She looked at me the whole time we were there suggestively and at you as if you're the most disgusting thing ever. People like her don't care about my music or myself, all they want is to tell her friends they shagged Brian Jones."

"I don't care about your music as well." I pointed out.

He smiled. "But you care about me and your friend is most of the time preventing me from shagging you. Even if she wasn't I doubt you would tell her any details, Charlie you're not one of them. You don't need to feel insecure."

"Maybe I want to be one of them..." I mumbled.

Brian sucked in a breath. "To lust after somebody you can't have?"

"To go home to a normal life. She might not have you, but she could have a family and someday she might even have her own..."

"You would trade me for a normal life, wouldn't you?" Brian stopped in his steps to look at me and all I could do at first was to look away. I hadn't meant it like that, but nowadays I always seemed to say the wrong things anyway.

"I- No I-I," I stammered before I took a deep breath. "I don't need Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones or strange visions; I would trade everything I had for a normal life with you."

He smiled sadly. "A normal life? I doubt we can have that..."

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