Classic rock one shots and imagines [requests closed]

Brian Jones #1

This was a request from A_Dominos_Pizza (love the name btw) They wanted a Brian Jones story, and I absolutely loved the thought of writing for him. Thanks for requesting!

Towards the end it kinda reminds me of Tom Petty's Magnolia from the Heartbreakers' second album and Dwight's perfect crime. That combination sounds funny but if you know the two then you'll understand. 

So my approach to this idea is a little different from what I've already done. I decided to make it from Brian's point of view just to see how it would turn out. I liked it, let me know what you guys think about it :)

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I tapped impatiently in the steering wheel of my Rolls-Royce, glaring at the tourists as they slowly crossed the street. They smiled and laughed and waved, but there was nothing to be happy about. The sun was shining, it was the first warm day in months, and my gas tank was full. But where I was heading, only sadness would replace any potential emotions wanting to show. 

The tourists finally moved from out in front of my car, making me almost floor the accelerator to turn down the street I needed. I swung my long car into the parking lot and into the spot farthest away from the restaurant doors.  

I shut the car off, looking toward the entrance to the restaurant. A beautiful blonde woman I was soon to call my ex-wife paced in front of the door. She clutched her oversized purse so tight that I could see the leather wrinkling from where I sat.  

She stopped pacing for a moment, her hand flying up to her mouth so she could bite her always-manicured nails. She saw me. 

I groaned, dropping my forehead against the steering wheel.

"This is it..." I huffed, staring down to my striped trousers. I sat for another minute more before shoving the door open. 

As I stepped into the first step leading into the restaurant, Sally turned away from me and ran inside. I stopped, sighing as the sight of her silhouette going further into the restaurant through the window. 

I approached the back booth we always sat at to see her pulling papers out of her purse. Somehow watching her sit at the booth brought back our first date. She was nineteen and I was twenty-five. She had snuck out of her parent's house to come have dinner with me in the same restaurant and the same booth she sat now. Her hair was darker then. Almost brown. Thirteen dates and a wedding later, she started dyeing her hair a much lighter blonde. Seven months and twenty-eight days later we were getting a divorce. Something she wanted even after saying "till death do us part."

I sat down in the seat across from her,  looking at her face. She had a glimmer of sorrow in her eyes, much different from the anger present when the lawyer was with us. 

"I'm sorry about your dad." Sally said. "I heard about it last night. Did you get to talk to him before-"

I shook my head and she stopped talking. "He died while I was on the plane to see him."

She nodded slightly, turning to rummage through her purse. "There's three sets for you to sign. One for you, one for me, and one for the lawyer... I signed already."

I huffed, leaning forward and pulling the papers to me. I flicked my eyes down one paper, scanning the main points of the separating-contract. I glanced up, hearing Sally mumble:

"I can't find my pen."

"Good afternoon, my name is James, can I get you two anything?" A waiter asked us. 

"A pen?" Sally replied. 

"A scotch on the rocks." I answered. 

Sally stopped what she was doing and glared at me. "Brian, it's 3 o'clock."