My Happiness- Elvis Presley Fanfiction

Mishap

October 5th, 1960

Elvis had recently gotten done with filming G.I. Blues, his first movie since returning from the army in March. He was currently in downtown Memphis at Club Handy in the late hours of the night to take his mind off of a girl he met in Germany, plus he was having some bumps in the road with his current relationship. The 25 year old was slouched over in a wooden chair listening to a Blues singer that was on the small stage and sipping a half empty bottle of Pepsi when his good friend B.B. King came over, a small smirk on his face

"Hey man, your girl is on the phone. She's asking about you." He chuckled

It was rather informal and a bit of an insult for a woman to call a man. It was the man who called the woman first, not the other way around so that had already pissed off a depressed Elvis, standing up and walking towards the bar area where the bartender handed him over the phone

"What in the name of hell do you want now?" He felt his temper rising by the second, his free hand clenched into a fist

"I've been worried sick about you and this is how you answer me?! I can't help it that you've been giving me the cold shoulder no matter what I do to try and help you!" Anita Wood snapped back at him with just as much attitude

Wrong choice of words on her part. Elvis rolled his eyes and parted a hand through his short jet black hair. "I can't help it, I can't help it." He mocked her, glancing at the bartender who was trying so hard not to laugh

"That's not funny, Elvis! You're seeing another girl, aren't you? That's why you haven't been calling me." Anita huffed, getting his attention back on the conversation at hand

"I've got an idea, why don't you stop being such a damn nag and then I'll call you. You're always testing my patience, woman." Elvis rightfully avoided her question and handed the phone back over to the man behind the bar before he could hear what Anita had to say next and returned to the chair he had been sitting in for the past three hours only to see it was now occupied by a brown haired woman in a light blue poodle skirt and white heels, her brown eyes locked on his that stared into her soul

"Hi Elvis. Having a bad day?" She greeted him with a smile

"Lady, you have no idea." He sighed and shook his head, lowering himself down onto a chair across from her

She reached a hand out towards him which he didn't hesitate to shake. "I'm Julia." She introduced herself as if she were some kind of proud prize to show off

"So what brings you to a place like this?" Elvis leaned back in his seat and upturned his left lip into that well known smile all the girls loved. It wasn't the natural hangout spot for most women. Men discussing politics and what's been happening on the street, singers letting out how they truly felt with their songs that were mostly rhythm and blues, the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with that of booze lingering in the small lounge area, hussies trying to hook up with desperate men once in awhile, loud noises that consisted of drunk men laughing over the music and the clinking of glasses accompanied by heavy footsteps on the hard wood floor

"I saw you walk in here and figured I'd see what made you come inside." She shrugged her shoulders as if it was no big deal

There was one thing for sure, he liked her feisty yet sassy attitude plus she was wearing one of his favorite perfumes. White Shoulders. It's probably what made him fall for Anita among a few other things. He leaned forward across the table and looked around before whispering, "How'd you know?"

Julia didn't quite understand what he was talking about, giving him a questionable look. "What do you mean?"

Elvis was now practically leaning over the middle of the table, glancing back and forth between her tender lips and dazzling eyes. "How'd you know that I like White Shoulders?" He was a little more clear on his question this time