𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋
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In which, a young girl who's one of two of the Beaulieu sisters meets a hip thrusting singer. her sister shows much interest in elvis, while sophia does not...
DONT BE CRUEL x elvis presley
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ ʚɞ ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ G E R M A N Y
── THE TRIP WASshort yet it seemed like it was taking a million years. The buildings all blurring into one. The small blue car rocked over a bridge, the familiar foggy air dimming the sun.
Priscilla eagerly sat with Sophia who was talking away with Curry's wife, both having a deep conversation on their homesickness.
"I'm growing quite fond of Germany actually." Ms Grant directed her attention to the older Beaulieu, her fingers tapping against the arm of the chair.
Sophia shrugged, "It's too foggy and damp all the time," she bite her bottom lip, "I also miss my friends, I don't think German girls like us much."
Ms Grant laughed, her dimples deepening in the process, "Well i know why they don't like you much," she stopped to turn to Sophia, her gaze motherly, "girls are threatened by other girls who are prettier, smarter or even just different than them. They're jealous."
Sophia turned momentarily to Prisiclla who was clearly eaves dropping.
"They have reason to be," She started again, "you're all those things."
Sophia blushed looking back at the model woman. Her blonde hair perfectly kept, make-up intact and her dress fitting in all the right places.
Meanwhile Sophia and Priscilla both sat timidly in the back of the car, Priscilla wearing a blue sailor dress which their mom insisted she wore with her hair neatly done by Sophia. Sophia wearing her favorite baby pink dress and her hair in its signature ponytail with a white bow to match her lacy socks.
Priscilla flipped her head back to Sophia, Priscilla entangling her fingers in her hair. Brushing through the long ponytail.
"We're almost here, aren't we?"
"Yeah, it's right up here on the left."
Sophia peered out the window, each brick house the same as the last.
The car slowed to a small house. The only thing making this house different than the rest was the large crowd of girls who had formed around the fence which lined the lawn. Each girl yelling the same name and waving various pictures of Elvis.
"I was expecting a mansion or something," Priscilla observed while Curry opened the door.
"Stay close." He lifted his gaze to both Priscilla and Sophia, "I promised your daddy i'd keep you both safe."
Sophia slid out of the car behind Priscilla, her eyes shot to the group of screaming girls. A broad man stood outside near the fence gate with a stern look on his face.
