𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? 𝔄𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯

꧁𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍꧂

Stellas Pov

"And then he said to me," I start. I mocked using a cigarette, sucking in and blowing out the smoke, and made my voice lower and raspier." you know what, Priscilla? You gotta listen to me, sweetie. Because this guy, he's got girls all over the world, okay? He's got girls waiting outside his house, and girls writing him fan mail." I adjust my voice back to normal. "And then mommy decides to pitch in too and go," I again change my voice, making it a pitch higher. "Ooh, what could he possibly see in you? okay. What do you two do up there all night?" I go back to my normal tone. "And—" I'm suddenly cut off by a gasp outside of the set door.

I crack the door slightly, making it angled so the woman and man couldn't see Elvis— or Austin.

"And I just said, 'mom, dad we talk and we listen to music, okay? That's all." I finish. This is really taking the breath out of me, sheesh. "And then they were going on and on about that photo of you and Natalie Wood riding around on that bike in Memphis. And..." I trail off, and then unexpectedly gasp, trying to seem excited about what I had to say next. I scurry over to Austin, who's resting his back on a prop bed, sitting on the floor.

"And then what I said..." I begin again. " and I said this really calmly. I said. ' listen okay? he's just really lonely. And quite frankly, so am I." I pause for just a second, staring into Austin's blue eyes. "And then they didn't really know what to say after that so I went upstairs and went to bed." I finished, a smug smile filling my expression. This can't be real. I'm playing the Priscilla Presley.

"Never met anyone like you." I hear Austin say softly. "Well, I hope not," I state, my smile fading into a much smaller, shyer one. We both break eye contact, looking at the floor we were both sitting on. "So... what is Natalie would like?" I say to break the silence between the both of us. "She nice, you know.." Austin started. "She's been writing me, about acting." He stated. "I've been asking her stories about.. working with James dean and..." Austin trailed off. "God I just hope to one day be as good as him. You know?" He asks me. I hum in response. Austin gets up, heading towards the record player.

"Colonel's promised me that when I get back he's gonna set me up in Hollywood to be a serious actor," Austin said, a stern tone Making Its way to his voice. He flipped the vinyl he wanted to play on the record player. He turned back to look at me, our eye contact regaining itself. "That's really what I dream of..." then, after some moments of just Austin and I alone, a castmate came to annoy him through the door. Remaining in character, I decided to admire him. That's something Priscilla would do. As he closed the door and walked back he started again.

"He doesn't boss me around." He said, talking about the conversation he just had with a fellow castmate. I glanced down at the floor, a flustered smile making its way to my face. I walk over to where he stood by the glass door. he put his arm rested on the door frame, putting all his weight onto it, as I stood in front of him. "Hey.. you know I think if you dream it, you'll do it," I say softly, my voice coming out as an almost whisper. I tried to sound as encouraging as possible.

"You do?" Austin questions, a smile lurking on his face as well. I smile brightly, slightly biting my lip, and nod. "Yeah." There is a comforting silence settling in between us two, the record player filling the room with soft music. We both stare into each other's eyes. There's something different there. There was a new sparkle in his eyes. Not the happy, neutral one he usually had. But I couldn't crack the code. We both progressively lean in closer to each other, both of us closing our eyes. We both ease into the kiss, taking both of our time as my heavy breath lands on his skin. Both of our mouths open, waiting for contact with each other. We both hesitate to go into the kiss at first, but finally, Austin takes control and connects his lips to mine. I instantly lift my hand, cupping his face. My thumb felt his sharp jawline, as it rubbed his soft skin. We break contact for a moment but lean in for more.