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

Ch. 7

Summary: Vickie and Honey get invited to a party. What could go wrong?

Warning: NSFW 18+ (Just a hint of spice, but still), sexual themes, dirty dancing, Swearing, forceful flirting, alcohol, smoking

Song: Mannish Boy - Muddy Waters

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Ma's words stick with me for days. Elvis had tried seeing me at work the next night. In his mind everything was fine again between us, but in mine I could hear her voice. I can't let him end up like my dad; thrown in jail over something so ridiculous. I can't bear the thought. It tore Ma to shreds and Elvis ain't even like my dad. Elvis is a nationwide star with a whole career and future laid out for him with fans and a family that loves him. I can't take that away from him. Being with him isn't an option, so I did what I had to do. I pushed him away.

I've felt empty since; ignoring Michael's and Vickie's calls, barely leaving the four walls of my room. Nothing feels worth doing anymore knowing the world will only shame me and put me back in my box. It took everything in me just to come downstairs this morning and watch television with Ma like we usually do. Of course, she insists on watching the Ed Sullivan show. Normally I love watching this with her, always cozying up after dinner to see the new artists perform. But now with Elvis' face plastered all over the screen, I just wanna kick the damn thing out the window and cry.

Obnoxious knocks suddenly come from the front door, tearing our attention away from the living room.

"Honey! Honey! Honey! Let me in!"

"Honey, I swear if you don't get that damn girl under control." Ma shakes her head with a disapproving lip scrunch.

I let my blanket fall off my shoulders as I raise myself up from the couch and walk over to the door, peeking my head out. "Damn, Vickie. It's late. What's goin' on?!" I whisper aggressively.

She just pushes past me, welcoming herself into the house. "Afternoon, Ms. James!" She greets happily.

"Mmm." Ma sneers back, turning to the TV once again.

Vickie rotates her concentration back my way with an impish smile. "The two finest girls in all of Memphis just got invited to a party tonight!" She throws her hands in the air and begins doing a little dance. I raise a brow, not exactly following where this is going. She drops her arms unamused. "Us!" She shouts. She leans in close to my ear. "Elvis gon' be there." She pulls away, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Uh uh. You ain't goin' to no party, Honey. 'Specially this late." Ma stands from the couch, wagging her finger at me.

Vickie attempts to ease the situation. "Oh no, Ms. James, it's not like that. It's just... a few work friends. For... a promotion- Honey's promotion!" She turns, throwing her arms up as if to present me. "She's been working extra hard at the diner and we're throwing her a little celebration dinner to congratulate her."

We both told our moms the same lie to save our asses about working at a club. Though Vickie comes from a much richer family than mine, so I doubt she has much on the line if she were to have to quit. Still, she's a bit younger than me and something even I fear what would happen if she gets involved with the wrong people through out job.

Ma's glare faces into a bright smile. "Honey, you ain't tell me you got a promotion. Congratulations, baby." She wraps her arms around me, rubbing my back while she hugs me. "Look at you, climbin' that ladder!" She exclaims.

Vickie scoffs from behind her. "Oh, she's climbin' somethin'" She coughs out. I give her a light smack on the arm in disbelief.

"What was that now?"