Tall Girl Blues [Elvis]

Chapter 11 - This Is Me

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My eyes fluttered open the next morning, and my mind immediately started reeling. Was yesterday a dream? It had to be. Kissing your favorite star only happened in dreams, as well as him telling you that he is in love with you and having that being the first time any man had said that. Harver never said that to me, even after months of going steady. That should've been a red flag right there.

I flopped over onto my back and stared at the ceiling, thinking back to the 4th of July party. Or for us, it was just a party. I ran after Priscilla, and... It all came back to me. Tears came to my eyes when I realized it—

It wasn't a dream. It really happened.

I threw off my blanket and sat up and ran a rand down my face. My alarm went off, so I banged my hand on top of the clock to silence it. As I got ready for the day, I thought about everything that happened after that special moment by the river...

Elvis had left me there, stunned at what just happened between us. After about two minutes, I left out of the woodsy area as well and came back into the party. Everyone was obviously oblivious to what just happened between me and a super star, and I ogled at it—the people having a great time eating and visiting without a clue. I was more in shock that it happened to me. Me. A very tall girl who thought she would be a spinster the rest of her life.

Priscilla was nowhere to be found, but I spotted Elvis over by his manager and Phil, and as I came more into the party, he spotted me and smiled. He didn't leave the men he was with, though. I wondered when he would say something to his manager. The man probably wouldn't be happy about it.

I wasn't able to talk with Elvis for the rest of the day because he was pulled away for filming, and Phil came and told me and the girls that we could go for the day.

It wasn't easy to leave. It also wasn't easy to not tell the girls everything that happened. But I knew that Elvis wanted to keep everything on the down-low until further notice, probably until he said something to Colonel Parker. I had never been very good at patience. It was required, though, in this situation. Plus, I shouldn't be selfish about it since Elvis Presley was in love with me and kissed me in a way that made the whole of me want to turn to goo. Maybe it wouldn't be that long since he seemed pretty desperate, he just knew that he had to run it by his manager. He had to run everything by that man.

I took a breath as I did my hair after my shower, and my hair was blow-dried. My day didn't end there. Once I came back to the hotel, I saw Jonathan in the lobby saying hello to people and taking pictures with them. He was a celebrity, just like me, and for the same reason—our height. We became a little more famous since we were in the paper again. Jonathan saw me and flashed me a brilliant smile, and a woman with him gushed about how handsome he was.

"I think she's the more attractive one," he said, and the people with him looked over at me. Before I knew it, I was dragged into the scene, and people were getting pictures with both Jonathan and me. We were there for about half-an-hour before the people left us.

"Wow," Jonathan enthused when we were standing near the elevators, and they opened for us. He had to duck a ways, I just had to tilt my head a bit to not hit the top frame of the door. "That never gets old."

"Not really," I said. "Not anymore. I guess we're both stars now."

"Indeed." The elevator doors closed, and he pressed the button for my floor. "So... how was your day?"