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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──EMPTY. That was thebest wayto describe how Sophia felt.
Since she'd stepped off the plane she couldn't bare the thought of living without Elvis, the guys, Joan and Minnie. She's cried before leaving at the airport with thick sunglasses over her eyes and Elvis equally disguised.
Priscilla stood with tears of her own, she hugged Elvis tightly after Sophia. Both girls sad to be going home.
Who knows when they'd see Elvis again.
Sophia and Priscilla stood awaiting their parents arrival, both eager and tired from their trip. They both still hadn't talked much in the time they'd been away, it seemed Sophia had been occupied with Elvis.
Priscilla would never admit this but she felt bitter towards her sister. Deep down though she'd never say... she liked him still.
She liked Elvis... still!
The crowds cleared from the airport arrivals while Sophia and Priscilla looked around for their parents. Sophia smiled at her father who stood out like a soar thumb. His tall stature towering over everyone else.
Sophia sauntered over while Priscilla practically ran to her mother's arms. Her mother near almost fell over at the sheer force of Priscilla.
"My girls!" Mr Beaulieus face softened, he extended his arms outwards like he'd always done when they were wee little ones.
Sophia rolled her eyes and tilting her head to the side with a lopsided smile. She walked into his arms and wrapped her arms around his lengthy torso. Priscilla lifted her head, Mr Beaulieus face instantly dropping.
"Oh my..." Ms Beaulieu chirped up covering her gasp with her hand. She looked between the girls, one was dandy clean as she'd left and the other...well...
"You're hair, that dress." Her mothers frown deepened.
"You make me ashamed," her father shook his head moving away, harshly grasping the girls carry on which was now stuffed with new clothes. "You look like a street walker."
Their parents walked away, both with stern expressions on their faces.
Sophia turned her head to Priscilla with a confused expression, Priscilla looked fine.
Priscilla covered her mouth realizing her sister's smeared makeup, the heavy mascara racooning her hazel eyes.
"Oh phia..." she reached into the pocket of her jacket to pull out the small blue floral compact.
