𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔 & 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | (Austin!Elvis x Black!OC)

Ch. 3

Summary: Many months have passed since Honey last saw Elvis, but she doesn't let that bring her down and gets herself a date.

Warning: Swearing

Song: Earth Angel by The Penguins

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Eight months had passed since I'd seen Elvis. Not one call, not one stop by the club, no one coming in and asking about me for him, nothing. I have no idea what he's up to, where he is, who he's with, if he's even alive. This is, until I heard these girls down by the park listening to the radio.

I knew that voice sounded too familiar, but I didn't want to believe it. Then the broadcaster said his damn name.

Before I knew it, he was everywhere.

Tonight, I'm back at work, finally just got everyone out so I could start cleaning. We decided to turn on the radio while we close down the bar and guess who started playing.

I let out a frustrated huff, putting down my rag to turn the station, before going back to scrub the counter. Some boys earlier got into a fit, started throwing bottles of anything everywhere. Now the whole place is covered in a layer of stick.

King was another person I hadn't seen in a while. He's usually out of town though, from what I'd hear. He's always working on that next song. But Elvis... I tried coming up with every possible excuse for Elvis' absence but none were enough to ease the ache I felt in my heart.

History repeats itself, I guess. Should've known better.

"I'm gonna bring all this glass outside, alright?" I nod to Vickie as she handles the large, black trash bags, struggling to get them out the door and downstairs.

Vickie's our new hire as of a month ago. Said they needed more help around here since our numbers started going up. She and I had grown pretty close in the short amount of time she's worked here, often talking on our way home for work, seeing as neither of us had cars and had to walk home. She has a very fun and carefree spirit, something I need in times like these.

The radio begins playing a new song.

'Earth angel, earth angel

Will you be mine?'

Growing up, I was always around Elvis and his mom, so I never saw our difference in skin tone to be an issue, not to mention my own background. It was normal to me, still is. Ma tried protecting me from how the world views people like me. She never wanted to tell me how badly her and daddy were treated, but silently hoped I wouldn't follow in her footsteps. Of course, I knew there were tensions between the races, but I always had hope and believed a change was on the horizon. You can see how becoming an adult was a large adjustment for me. Reality found many ways to crush me over the years, but this was by far the worst it's felt.

He doesn't have time for a girl like me. He can't be with a girl like me. That's probably why he ran all those years back. No real relationship could ever form between us, no matter how badly we–... I wanted it.

I'm a fool for getting my hopes up, for thinking things could be different... for thinking he could be different.

"My darling dear

Love you all the time"

I sing along.

Got a taste and ran. I tried telling myself not to be upset about it, that it was my fault for allowing it, that society wouldn't approve of it anyway, and that I should just be happy anything happened at all, but it never helped.

"I'm just a fool

A fool in love with you"

"Girl, I didn't know you could sing!"