Loving You

Chapter Four

August 13, 1956 10 PM

*Elvis POV*

I slam the door of my hotel suite. "What the hell was her problem? I understand she was upset, but she didn't need to storm out of the Caddy like that." I go to the kitchen and grab a beer. I grab the phone and dial Joe.

"Hello?"

"Hi," I clench my jaw.

"E? Why are you back so soon? Is Jessica with you?"

"No, she ain't with me. She got sick, so I brought her home. When we pulled up, she ran into the house without so much as a goodnight. I don't know what was wrong," I pop the lid off the bottle and take a long swig.

"Have you tried calling her? Maybe it was just a misunderstanding."

"No I ain't called her. I think she was crying when she left. Maybe I should call her."

"You call her. I'm going to let you go, good luck E."

"Thanks. I'll talk to ya later," I hang up the phone and sit down on the couch. A moment later, I stand from the couch with a new idea. I grab my keys and leave the hotel.

Minutes later, I pull up outside of the quaint yellow home I visited earlier in the day. All the lights were off, except for one on the second floor. I climb out of the Caddy and cross to the window. Looking up, I notice Jessica's distinct figure through the thin curtains. I quickly run back to the car and grab my guitar, then I run back to the window and start strumming Blue Moon. I start singing, "Blue moon, you saw me standing alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own." The light in Jessica's room switches off, but I keep singing, "Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for. You heard me saying a prayer for, someone I really could care for."

A moment later, the window opens and Jessica pokes her head out. "Elvis? What are you doing here?" Anger still evident in her tone.

"I don't know what I did to upset you, but I'm sorry. Darlin', I didn't mean to make you mad."

"You insisted that I come home. Like you had something better to do, so I let you take me home."

I sigh, "No darlin'. I didn't want you to go home. I simply made the suggestion that if you wanted to go home, I would be glad to bring you. You got sick, so I didn't want ya to feel like you had to stay if you didn't want to."I set my guitar down in the grass.

Jessica backs out of the window and I watch as it closes. A few minutes later, the front door to the house opens, and she crosses the yard wearing only a nightie, "I didn't want to leave. I know I got sick, but I was enjoying spending time with you. I got upset when I thought you wanted me to go home, so I went and left without saying goodnight." She steps closer to me, "I guess I overreacted huh?"

I nod and pull her into my arms, hugging her tight. "You look good dressed like this," I smile and look her over.

Playfully, she smacks my arm, "I'm only wearing this thin nightgown."

I wrap my arms around her waist, "That's why I like it." I chuckle lightly, "I'm kidding of course. You look good no matter what you're wearing."

Jessica stretches up and kisses my jaw, then wraps her arms around my neck, "Can we go somewhere?"

"Where do ya wanna go?"

She smirks at me, then kisses my cheek, "Somewhere we can be alone. My parents are asleep, so they wouldn't know I was out. And well, if someone sees us standing out here, they might tell others and a mob will come after you."