My Love, My Drug, My Release

Chapter 39: Meeting the Micks

"We are, but we're going to do it at Keith and Anita's."

"Who the hell are they?"

Thelma shut up real quick when she saw Keith Richards in the car, but she still didn't look happy. I never promised we'd spend the afternoon just with each other, but she was already sharing my time with an unwitting Gally, and I didn't blame her for wanting some privacy. But I hadn't seen them in weeks, since Paul barged in and took me home, and I had a particular craving to satisfy.

"You drink, Thelma?" Keith asked, pouring himself some whiskey back at their flat.

"Uh, not really."

"Of course she does," I said quickly, nudging her before whispering, "What's wrong with you?"

"I just don't feel like getting drunk."

Keith brought her a drink anyway, sitting next to Anita who'd lit up a cigarette. "Where have you been? We missed you."

"Paul's been on my case a ton." That wasn't entirely true; he'd mostly backed off since I found him drunk, the morning after he came onto Thelma and then smashed all his guitars and records. When I was in the house, he conveniently wasn't, and that goes double for the days I brought one of my significant others over. "Also exams are coming up."

"Exams," Anita sighed, as though she were orgasming to the word, making Thelma visibly recoil. "I always forget you're so young."

The door unlocking and then opening interrupted our conversation, and in walked the Micks- Jagger and Taylor- giggling and laughing, eyes red-rimmed from smoking pot. "Keith, do you have-" The darker-haired man (Mick fucking Jagger!) paused, looking between us. "Who are these?"

"Lorraine Foxwell, I told you about her," Keith said with a wink. "Linda McCartney's daughter."

"Step-daughter," I said, holding out my hand. "Nice to meet you."

He smirked down at me, chewing his full lower lip mischievously. "Oh yeah, these two buggers told me all about you."

His gaze was so intense I thought I might faint, and I wished I could stop acting like such a stupid girl for one fucking minute. I'd seen plenty of photos of him, but I didn't realize he was so gorgeous, something lithe and almost feminine to him. 

"I'm Thelma Dearest." Her words snapped me out of my daze, and I moved out of the way so they could shake hands.

"Charmed." He set his shoulder bag on the coffee table, pulling out a bag of white powder.

"Jesus Christ, Mick!" Keith said. "Not in front of the kids."

Mick laughed out loud, and it was like a chiming bell or a chirping song bird. "I think this one is hardly a child anymore," he said, tucking my chin in a pseudo-motherly gesture. "Anymore." Much to Keith's visible ire, he plopped down next to me, cramping the couch so much that Thelma moved to the floor, folding his legs effeminately. "Don't mind Richards, he doesn't like when I play with his things." He snapped his fingers at Anita suddenly, then pointed at the drugs on the table. "Fix me up, will you?" Then back to me. "You take heroin, Lola?"

The way he said my nickname- Keith's nickname for me- made my mind go fuzzy, but Thelma came to my rescue. "Of course not, we're students, not junkies."

Both Micks cackled, Anita joining in after a moment, her lips going so thin I could see her gums above her yellowing teeth. "Well excuse me, Madam, didn't mean to offend you, we're just simple commoners after all," Jagger said, laying on a thick cockney accent.

"Whatever," she said, standing up in a huff. "We're leaving anyway. Come on, Lo." She headed to the door, but I didn't follow. "I said, let's go."

"You said, 'Come on' actually," Mick Taylor chimed in, rubbing his face.

She shot the guitarist a dirty look before turning to me pleadingly. I held her gaze for a moment, Mick's arm tightening around my shoulder like a boa constrictor. "Go on, it's okay. I'll- I'll see you at school."

"Yeah, she'll see you at school," Mick said, running his tongue along his lower lip. Thelma huffed, flinging the door open. "Bye Miss Dearest," he drawled before the door slammed shut.

"What a bitch," Anita said as soon as she was gone. "Why are you dating her?"

My mouth fell open. "What? No. We're just friends."

"Yeah, so are we," Keith said flatly, gesturing to his girlfriend who'd just gotten up to retrieve some supplies from the kitchen. He seemed displeased at the current situation, and it didn't have anything to do with Mick and me, I didn't think. We weren't an item; I was mainly a sex doll for him and Anita to share. If I had to guess, I'd say he didn't like the way we handled Thelma, didn't appreciate how Mick treated her. He'd said he cared about my well-being, and I believed him; scaring off my friend would cause me problems later, and we both knew it.

"Let's not talk about her," Jagger said, flicking his wrist and the thread of conversation was gone, forgotten. "Let's talk about you and me." His eyes flooded with desire, but not pure me or my body. He was using me to try and punish Keith for some reason.

I inched away, unsure. "What about you and me?"

He sensed my hesitation, and eased up on the gas, but didn't slam on the brakes. "About me being here when you chase the dragon for the first time."

"No, no, not a chance!" Keith interjected.

"Why not? Who better to try with than such good friends."

"She doesn't even know you, and she's bloody fifteen for fuck's sake!"

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you fucked her!" Mick shouted, not able to control the venom in his voice. I'd never seen someone get so angry while stoned. Usually, potheads were all like Taylor, sinking into the sofa, playing with a piece of string and giggling. Jagger twirled a lock of my hair, tugging so hard it stung slightly. "Tell us what you think, Lola."

I stared down at the white power, Anita squeezing a tiny drop of lemon juice into a teaspoon of water before sticking a lighter under it to sterilize the solution, and I remembered Mary Poppin: a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. "I want to try. Just to see what its like."

"That's my girl!" Mick said, grabbing my face and kissing me like he was trying to suck out my soul, not a very pleasant experience, but an intriguing one.

When we pulled apart, Keith looked at me sadly. How come every boy I wanted to fuck tried to be my dad? "Whatever you want, baby girl. Just don't say I didn't warn you."

Sorry for all these long-ass Author's Notes lately, but I've got a couple things to tell y'all! First, thank you for your support in me skipping a few weeks in the timeline of this story, it meant a lot. Second, I finished my other Paul fic (finally, haha) and so, in the near future, I'll be adding another book to my lineup. Hope you like this chapter and the next one, cause it will be a Rolling Stones fanfic, which you guys requested! At some point, I'm probably going to do another Beatles story, but I want to try new things, and I'm obsessed with the Stones right now!