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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*TIME SKIP*
— SOPHIA STEPPED OFF the plane, carefully adjusting her shirt so it lay perfectly across her chest.
Comfort swarmed in her chest as soon as she stepped foot back in America, no more cold winters, foreign language or mean German girls.
Priscilla had stayed back for a couple weeks til school finished, she'd promised her parents she'd collect all Sophia's school work before she'd been transferring to a new school.
Along with Priscilla, her father was to land in a couple weeks to discuss all with Elvis and Vernon.
Sophia's mind buzzed, too excited not to drop the girlish smile spread across her face. Her fingers nervously tapped against her suitcase. She'd only brought a small portion of her things, the rest would be brought over by her father and Priscilla.
She searched the sea of people, expecting Elvis to be standing with a large smile on his face. Her eyes finally landed on an odd looking group of men, dark shades on their faces and a sign in hand.
'Beau' it read in messy handwriting. No doubt written by Joe.
Sophia smiled to herself quickly springing, frantically waving at the group. Immediately Jerry's face light up, he pointed her out. Whispering to the others.
They met her at the end of the terminal. Each giving her a friendly hello, Joe smacked her on the back joking around.
"Hey fatso." She joked slapping him back on the back, her smile never faltering.
"I see the parents finally let you go, Bee Beau." Joe shot back with a snide smile.
Curious on lookers looked at the group wondering why such a young girl was doing with the group of older kids.
The group moved to the parking lots, pushing each-other while Sophia stayed in the middle laughing at them loudly.
"Where's my girl!" A deep voice exclaimed, Sophia stopped laughing. Her smile growing.
She pushed through the men, finally seeing the man she'd been dreaming of since he'd left Germany.
"Elvis!" She squealed happily, turning into a run. He leaned against the black limo which they'd come in, sunglasses lying on the bottom of his slim nose, his lips spread into a wide smile.
