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"That's amazing! So you have his autograph and a picture framed in your room?"
I'd been talking to Bob in a café for the past two hours. We're the only ones here, and we paid the workers to keep the place open for just a little bit more. He was telling me a story about how he met Elvis at one concert in Texas that he'd driven 5 hours for. I had my fair share of Elvis experiences as well, and we've been sharing stories back and forth for the entire time we've been here.
Stepping out into the cool Tulsa breeze, I felt shivers run up and down my spine like electricity. Looking up, I noticed the gentle swaying of the trees' leaves, and the slow movement of the bright stars. The sound of our shoes on the parking lot ground was the only thing heard between us, the laughter from inside of the now closing café settled to a comfortable silence between me and Bob.
I let myself into Bob's car, him getting into the driver's seat, "Bobby?"
"Yes, ma'am?" He responded, locking in his seatbelt.
"Could you take me to my brothers' house?" I pouted. Bob only likes going to the East with his buddies, so that he has back-up if he gets into trouble, and a random Corvair driving around East Tulsa at night means big trouble.
Bob stared at me for a little while before sighing, "I can't say no to those eyes. Alright."
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After a slow, peaceful ride to my brothers, I thanked Bob for the night out and stepped out, once again feeling those damn shivers. I quietly opened the front door. To my surprise, or not-exactly-surprise, Johnny and Dally were crashed on the floor.
Not wanting to make noise and walk around for a blanket, I was going to just sleep without one on the couch. Then I noticed Dally's dark leather jacket sprawled on Darry's recliner. Tip-toeing to grab the article of clothing, I finally plopped on the couch and wrapped myself in the familiarly-scented leather.
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D A L L A S
I woke up to birds chirping. Opening my eyes after a few minutes, I noticed it was the crack of dawn. Ugh, who the hell wakes up this early?
I realized that I didn't have my jacket as chills ran up and down my spine like electricity. I sat up quietly and scanned the room for my jacket, which I didn't understand why it wasn't on my back at the time. I always have it on unless it's to shower and stuff. To my slight surprise, my eyes landed on Elizabeth with my jacket wrapped around her small bodice, her tiny hands clutching the material. Letting a small smirk fall on my face, I slowly crawled in front of her and sat there, kneeled in front of her. Her eye makeup was light, so light that you could barely notice it, but I could tell how smudged it was around her closed eyelids. Her lip gloss seemed to still be perfectly placed, having not moved even in the slightest bit. Her hair was frizzy, probably because she'd been moving in her sleep. I wonder when she got here, how she got here...
Just then I heard someone clear their throat. Shooting my head up, My eyes met Darrys. I wasn't surprised to see him staring at me so hard and suspiciously, I don't blame him. I mean, it isn't every day that you wake up to one of your friends staring at your sister while she sleeps. Come to think of it, that's pretty creepy.
"Hey Darry." I whispered. Darry only nodded his head toward the kitchen, and I took that as my cue to get up and follow him.
