One and Only (Elvis/LanaDelRey FanFiction)

Chapter One

The trees swayed along with the light summer breeze as he made room for one last suitcase in the trunk of his Corvette, that's red, clean paint made it all too clear he never belonged in the small city of Memphis. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair and let out a short breath that had shown how nervous he really was; quivering out from between his lips. "So that's it, than?" she asked beside him; her voice weak. He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned to the beautiful girl who stood so harrow beside him. In her lightly colored brown eyes, he could see the wave of emotions rumbling inside of her. He swallowed dryly, pulling his blue eyes away from hers. Goodbyes were never easy, and with the love they had been able to fall all too deeply into for the past two years didn't make it any easier. "When are you coming back?" her voice gently rose again to break the silence. He shook his head and managed to look at her again. "I ain't comin' back, Dixie, you know that." And she knew it all too well. She had spent all week hearing about it. California, a new life, a new career; those words were all too familiar. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling of wanting him to stay. Dixie wanted her lover to say that he was staying and that this was only a bad hoax or a terrible dream of some sort; but that wish would never come. And as he stood looking down at her, he knew what she yearned for. But he had his own dreams, his own desires, that he would never be able to get over if he didn't go out there and chase them. Dixie choked back tears and turned from him quickly. "Goodbye, Elvis." was all she could choke out. Elvis smirked sweetly and gently held her chin; turning her face back towards him. "C'mon baby," he pleaded, "This ain't goodbye forever. I told ya' that. N'ah, you'll be up to visit me in a month or two, won't ya?" She kept her eyes to the pavement of the driveway and brushed his hand from her chin. "I guess so." she mumbled tearfully. "Look at me." Elvis told her; taking a step closer to her to feel the warmth of her small body. She was hesitant, but looked into those bright, blue eyes of his that she had fallen in love with so easily. "We'll meet again, darlin'." he promised. And that was it. That's all it took for Dixie to let the tears go from her eyes. Suddenly all of that strength she had, all of that will power to keep herself from becoming weak and vulnerable, was pulled and lost where she would no longer be able to find it. It wasn't the distrust she had for Elvis, it was the thought of not seeing him everyday like she had for so long. It was like having your favorite toy pulled from you without warning. And to Dixie, it just wasn't fair.Elvis wrapped his arms tightly around her and held her as close as he could. He kissed the top of her head as he felt her let out a heavy cry. "It's gonna be ok, darlin'... We'll get to see each other again soon." She pulled herself from him and wiped her soaking eyes. "I know," she sniffed, "I just hate to see you go. You'll call me won't ya?" Elvis looked down out the girl, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Everyday." He whispered softly. He gave her a soft kiss and then set his eyes on his parents that were standing only steps away from the scene. 

His mother's eyes were still puffy from all the crying she had done earlier. In her hands, she clutched a well used handkerchief that was soaked from the constant use of drying her tears. Elvis's father, Vernan, had been teary eyed that day as well, but had yet to cry over the thought of his son leaving to some big city. However, he managed to drowned out most of the pain with a drink or two. It had helped some, but there was still a sense of fear for Elvis; a piece of his heart that had chipped away from the rest. After all, it never is easy watching your child move away; and so far away, too... Elvis gave his parents one last goodbye hug before making his way into the car and leaving with a heavy heart. He knew he would miss his home place and his family, but this is what he had been dreaming of all his life. How could he ever want anything more than the chance to do what he loved; singing. 

It was a long three day drive with plenty of stops and late night meals at fast food places that he never regretted stopping for. Elvis never really slept much during the trip. He was too excited to get to Los Angeles, Hollywood with the big stars. Elvis couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to actually see all of the famous people he's seen on TV, in person. Would they be the same? Would they like Elvis if he sang them a song or two? So many thoughts and daydreams floated around in his head as he made his way to the city of stars. Yet, when Elvis had finally gotten to L.A., he hadn't even imagined it to be so... glamorous! Sure Elvis was in the same year as the fabulous people around him, but they looked as if they were years ahead. Their fashion was so different. The way they walked, the way they smiled, and the way their skin just glows under the California sun was so different then back in Tennessee. Elvis felt a jump of excitement in his chest. This was it. He was actually here. He pulled out a small slip of paper that had directions written on it. "4230 Vale drive." he mumbled to himself. Elvis was always quick to adapt to situations around him, and when it came to the streets, he easily knew where he was going without any real trouble. Elvis made his way down a beautiful neighborhood. There were rows of houses that were all built the same and yet just a different color. That simple warm summer breeze brushed along the small town and caressed the skin of those who were out during this perfect warm day. Children playing in the streets, riding bikes, or somewhere playing in the sprinklers in their green grassed yards. He drove his car down the neighborhood examining the freshness of every house. Nothing seemed to be dull and if perfection were real, this neighborhood would be it. "Where are you, house?" he mumbled to himself, keeping a sharp eye out for what would be his new home; his new start. "There she is." he said; noticing his new home. He went to turn into the driveway but a figure caught his eye and - letting out a yelp -he hit the breaks. In front of his car was a woman, who had dropped the bags of groceries out of her hands from the fear of almost being hit. There was an expression of terror on her face and she was holding her chest, trying to calm herself. "Awe, ma'am, I'm really sorry." Elvis apologized as he rushed out of his car to check on the woman; ripping off his seat belt and jumping out the car as fast as he could. "It's fine." she breathed, bending down to pick up her bags. "It wouldn't be the first time I've almost been hit by a car. It's Hollywood after all. There's just so many busy people." She smiled genuinely as she hugged her groceries to her chest. "Yeah, well, I just got here," Elvis explained, "I would like to make sure I don't run over any pretty ladies. At least, not on my first day." The woman giggled sweetly. She was a beautiful young girl, who couldn't have been any older than 24. She had dark hair that was styled to perfection; not a hair out of place. She was the real definition of a classy girl. Her dress was short, yet never revealed anything. Her skin was lightly tanned and it looked soft and smooth. She was a beauty queen, with eyes like milk chocolate. It was impossible to ignore her beauty. She truly was captivating.

"Maybe I should take those from you." Elvis suggested as he grabbed the bags from her arms. "Oh, you don't have to do that." she insisted. Elvis shrugged, "I don't mind. Besides, I think I owe you for almost hitting you." The woman smiled shyly and aloud Elvis to carry her things. Elvis followed her as they strolled over to her home that was only right next door to where his new house had been. "I'm Lana, by the way. Lana Del Rey." She introduced. "Well, I'm Elvis Presley," he greeted in return, "And it looks like we're neighbors." Lana pulled a key out of her purse as they came close to the front door of her home. "Well I suppose that means we'll have plenty of more run-in's then, won't we." she half-joked. Elvis smirked and handed the young lady back her groceries. "Hopefully not with a car." he teased. She let out a laugh at the comment. "Well it was a pleasure meeting you, Elvis. Thank you for carrying in my groceries." She turned from him, unlocking her door, and disappearing inside. Elvis smiled to himself. What a fine, lady, he thought. And fine she was.Elvis got back into his car and pulled into the driveway of his new home. The yard was fluffed with green grass and around it, a white picket fence. Anyone who had seen this home new it was the best house on the block and of course, it was the most expensive. The front door was open and in the doorway stood a man with ginger hair, who was around the same age as Elvis; maybe a year or two older. 

"Well looky here," the man said smugly, "We got ourselves a stranger." Elvis smiled as he parked the car in the driveway and stepped out of his vehicle; twirling his small ring of keys around his finger. "Got any rooms to spare?" Elvis asked knowingly. The man leaned against the doorway and barley shrugged a shoulder. "Depends," he replied mischievously, "Whatcha willin' t'pay?" Elvis chuckled, "I'm willin' to put my foot down your throat is what I'm willin to do." The southern man drew a smile and pulled himself from the doorway. "Say no more, say no more." He stepped aside, making room for Elvis to enter. "Take a look around and tell me what ya think." Elvis stepped inside of what would now be his new home. The smell of fresh paint hit him and he could tell that some of the walls were still wet. It was a large home, with many rooms - both upstairs and down - and it had a great view of the ocean that settled in his backyard. There was also an oval room that Elvis knew would be good for making music. Furniture was already set up and styled in the house, so Elvis didn't have any extra work to do or spend money that he didn't really have.

"It's perfect." breathed as he took a step towards a back window. The view of the ocean was amazing. Captivating would be an understatement for the view. It was more than Elvis had dreamed of. "Glad ya' like it." the ginger smirked, standing beside Elvis. Elvis turned to him, gratefully. "I can't thank you enough, Red." Elvis said gratefully, "You don't know how much this means t'me." Red chuckled and replied, "Awe, there ain't no need t'thank me. I know how hard it was for me to get out of Memphis and find a place. I'm just doin' my high school buddy a favor." Elvis felt thankful to have a friend like Red. Red had moved out of Memphis and to LA just after they had finished high school. He had wanted to dabble in some acting, but after realizing he was much too shy to act or be in any part of the entertainment business, he decided to get into real estate. It was a simple job and it paid just as good as being an actor. He and Elvis had always been good friends. So when Elvis told him he was moving to Los Angeles himself, Red made sure Elvis had one of the best houses in the city. Not to mention he cut down the price a whole lot for his friend. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" Elvis asked. He was still in disbelief over the house. Red set a friendly hand on Elvis' shoulder. "All I ask is that you remember when you're all big and famous." Elvis chuckled and shook his head. "I promise." he said. Elvis pulled Red in without warning and gave him a tight hug. He hadn't expected the house to be that amazing. He knew it was the perfect start to his beginning to fame. "Thanks, Red." Elvis praised. Red patted Elvis' back and smiled. "No problem," he insisted, "Now can ya let me go? You're crushin' my ribs." Elvis quickly let go of Red. "Sorry." he apologized with embarrassment. "I'm fine," Red said, "I gotta get goin'. I have an appointment with some clients around two. I'll be sure to call you though. We'll meet up for dinner or somethin'." Elvis nodded in agreement, "Sounds good." Red said his goodbye's and then left.

Elvis looked around the house and let out a whistle. "This isn't real." he mumbled to himself. There was still a jumping in his chest that he couldn't shake. Everything was going to fall into place now. This was the beginning to something perfect.

Author's Note:

I am super sorry for the wait. My computer completely erased all of the chapters I had, so I have to start over! Be sure to VOTE and COMMENT and SHARE