Y/N HUDSON
JUNE 16, 1960
The next day was a quiet one. Everyone was resting from yesterday's barbeque. You decided to sleep in and enjoy the quietness, knowing it wouldn't last long. You didn't get up until three.
As for Elvis and the guys, they were hanging around in his jungle room. The boys were going through old photos and they stumbled across the many behind-the-scenes shots while Elvis was filming G.I. Blues.
"EP, what's the name of this red-haired chick? She was your co-star, and I can neva' remember her name," Sonny said.
Elvis took a long drag from the cigar hanging from the corner of his lips before answering. He smirked, looking over at Sonny while wiggling his eyebrows like a teenager.
"Juliet Prowse. Fine one ain' she?" The boys agreed in hollers and cheers.
"Do ya still keep in touch with her?" George asked.
Elvis smirked, "Yeah, just a lil' bit. She invited me over for dinner tonight, nothin' new."
This resulted in the boys cheering even louder than before. Usually, when Elvis's female co-stars invite him for dinner, it always results in a hookup or two. But for some reason, Elvis didn't want much with Juliet. She was a sweet girl, but a big tease. Her slightly sassy personality and smooth voice reminded him of someone who's been ruling his thoughts.
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You were walking down to the kitchen when the house phone rang. You hurried over to the ringing phone and pressed the receiver up to your ear, brushing your hair out of the way while doing so.
"Let me make it up to you tonight, Y/n," the voice on the other line pleaded.
It was Seth calling you for the millionth time trying to explain himself.
You rolled your eyes and as if he could sense your attitude through the phone, he began to persuade you even more.
"Y/n, please. I want you to just hear me out over a nice dinner, you pick the time. I promise you, you won't regret it," he begged.
You stared at the floor in thought. Should you really go? Should you really sit at that dinner table picking at your half-assed meal, listening to Seth give you some shit apology, only to have semi-decent sex at the end?
Caving in, you said, "I guess, Seth. I'll be over at 8."
Not wanting to hear anything else he had to say, you hung up. You sighed as you continued your journey to the kitchen, pushing your shitty dinner plans to the back of your mind.
You opened the cabinet and grabbed the crackers before searching the refrigerator for your chive dip. While searching through the fridge, you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you.
"You've got plans tonight too, huh?"
Your head quickly turned in confusion and saw Priscilla sitting across from you with a glass of wine, the bottle next to it stood tall to the half-filled glass.
"Priscilla?" You wondered aloud, closing the refrigerator door.
"Elvis is goin' out tonight too," she forced a fake smile, "with that redhead from G.I. Blues."
Not knowing what to say, you let out a small 'oh'.
After a few seconds of silence, Priscilla started a new conversation, "I've watched you and Elvis for the entirety of our 'relationship'. I saw the way he looked at you, and I heard the way he talked about you for hours, and hours."
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Fanfiction[PROCESS OF BEING EDITED] Elvis Presley, America's sex symbol of the '60s, and '70s, and a boy who cared too much about his hair was infatuated with Y/N Hudson, a stubborn girl who had always been there for Elvis. The two lived drastically different...
