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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──FLASHBACK
Sophia had no idea why she was nervously jittering as the small black car bumped down the road. she drew shapes her on her thighs, letting the the fabric of her new rosy dress twist with her fingers.
Not only had it been a whole month since the... well you know... but it was also the first time Priscilla was seeing Elvis in over 3 weeks. All Priscilla had been talking about for the last three weeks was how much torture it was that she hadn't seen Elvis in person for so long.
Sophia's shoulders felt heavy with the burden of her secret... which of course she hadn't told Priscilla.
"Gee I hope he's missed me." Priscilla smiles at her lap, "I've sure missed him."
Ms Grant sat in the passenger seat, her once blonde shirt hair know teased into a much more 'trendy' up-do. She smiles at Priscilla warmly, "I'm sure he has, he's quite smitten with you."
Sophia cringes at the word, visibly becoming more anxious. Her head snaps to look outside at the soothing night. It seemed like yesterday her and Priscilla were just meeting Elvis. On this same ride to the same place. Though then Sophia hated even the idea of Elvis Presley... now she wasn't as sure.
"He's got something extra special tonight, he'll be home soon." Currie Grant adds in from the drivers seat, he pulls the sleek black car into the driveway before letting the engine stop, "Only two more weeks."
...
Sophia sat isolated, avoiding any contact with Elvis. Somehow for the past month she'd avoided Elvis. Making up excuses like she was sick or was tired, most of the time she just went and found Dean in the crowd.
Her eyes stayed glued to her lap, she hoped Dean would emerge sometime soon in his clumsy manner.
Elvis stayed a distance away, watching Sophia out of the diner of his eye while she listened to Joe telling her a story. He bounced his leg anxiously, his head lingering. He narrowed his icy blues at her, he was oblivious to the obvious reason why she was dodging him.
Priscilla sat close to Elvis, one of his arms was around her while the other rested on the back of the coach. The dim light and loud room made his head hurt.
"I really loved your gift." Priscilla tilts her head to catch his gaze.
He snaps his eyes to her, trying to pay attention to the younger Beaulieu girl.
