One and Only (Elvis/LanaDelRey FanFiction)

Chapter Seven

The phone had been going off all morning, constant ringing obnoxiously echoing through the house. One call after the other, just on and on. Though anyone at all would've picked up the phone by this time and answered what seemed to be such an emergency, Elvis knew those continuous calls were coming from Lana. They just had to be. No one else would bug him so much and crave so much attention from him the way Lana did. But her intentions, though annoying, were all for the best. Her mind, body, and soul craved Elvis the way the devil craved sin. She needed him. And the longer he avoided her, the more it made her itch for his undivided attention. There, in her room, she held the phone to her ear; pacing back and forth, redialing every time she didn't get an answer. And through her eyes you'd understand why she wanted him but from Elvis's view she was just some girl who wouldn't give up. Finally, after a few missed calls Elvis answered the phone. "You can't keep doin' this." He said with irritation in his voice. "Elvis, will you just talk to me," Lana pleaded from the other side of the phone, "This is ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous is that you keep callin' me," he snapped, "I'm done bein' nice, I told you it was over Lana. Enough of this alright?" Before Lana could get another word in Elvis slammed down the phone onto the receiver. He couldn't believe how clingy she was being. Didn't she know that no meant no? Elvis was done. He knew he'd already done Dixie wrong by keeping Lana around and now it was time to get rid of her. He didn't need her or anything her parents had to offer. His entire intention of coming to California was to start fresh and get his career growing, not cheat on his girlfriend and get involved with some clingy girl who kept calling every five seconds. But it might've seemed the message didn't get through to her and again the phone rang. Elvis quickly answered. "I told you to stop callin' here!" He nearly shouted. However, to his surprise a different voice came through. "Elvis?" Elvis' face softened and his tone did just as well. "Dixie," he said surprised, "I thought you were ... someone else." He could feel Dixie smiling through the phone. "Well I feel bad for whomever made you mad. Who'd you think I was?" she slightly giggled. Elvis smirked and sat down on his couch, continuing with, "Telemarketer," Elvis lied, "You know how they can be." Dixie again giggled. "Oh, I do honey." She said. "Anyways, Elvis, I tried calling yesterday but you didn't answer. Well, I guess it's better that you didn't answer so I could surprise you." Elvis furrowed his eyebrows. "Surprise me with what?" He asked curiously, slightly shifting in his seat. He listened intently.

"Elvis, I'm here! I'm in California!" She said excitedly. Elvis hoped out of his seat quickly, happily. "You're here, baby?" He asked in excitement. Through the phone Dixie nearly squealed, "Yes! I'm at the airport. I couldn't wait any longer, Elvis. I missed you! I just need you to pick me up."

"I'm on my way, baby, you stay right there." Elvis told her, quickly hanging up the phone and grabbing his car keys. He dashed to his car and quickly drove to the airport at speeds that were very much illegal to say the least, honking at cars that were moving much too slow for him. As soon as he seen Dixie, he scooped her up in his arms and held her tight, covering her face with loving kisses. He was ecstatic that she was here. It made it easier to get Lana off of his mind. Dixie giggled at Elvis's kisses and gently pulled back to look at him. "Oh, Elvis, I missed you." She said. "And I missed you, too." He echoed. He took her by the hand and pulled her to his car. "Wait until you see the house, Dixie," he told her excitedly, "You're gonna love it!" Elvis tugged Dixie's arm and dragged her quickly to his car causing her to smile.
He couldn't believe Dixie was finally there in the flesh. He also couldn't be any more happy. He loved this girl with all of his heart and more.

When he pulled into the driveway, Dixie gasped as she looked at the house. "It's beautiful!" She cooed. "And you ain't even seen the inside yet," Elvis laughed, "Come on!" He parked the car and hopped out before going over to Dixie's side and opening her door for her. He took her by the hand and lead her into the house. Dixie's jaw nearly dropped once she stepped inside of the luxurious home. "Elvis," she breathed, "This isn't like home at all." Elvis laughed and let go of her hand as she began to wonder curiously. Elvis followed behind her and let her lead her own way through the house. Each bedroom, the kitchen, the living room; she loved it all. But as soon as she seen the beach in the backyard she excitedly squeaked, "Elvis! The Beach! I've never been to one."

"Well we can buy you a bathing suit later and then I'll take you out there." Elvis promised. Dixie turned to Elvis and threw her arms around his neck. "This place is all yours?" She asked with bright eyes. "It's all ours." Elvis corrected. He kissed her lips softly and sweetly. She returned the kiss in the same manner, not wanting to part from him. "Elvis," she whispered against his lips, "Maybe we should go to the bedroom. Its... been a while." Elvis bit his lip and nodded. Dixie removed her arms from around his neck and he took her hand and lead her to the stairs.

Just then, a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" Dixie wondered aloud. "Doesn't matter," Elvis said coolly, "Lets just get upstairs and get reacquainted." Again, someone knocked at the door. "Get rid of that person first," Dixie said, "I don't want to hear them knocking the whole time." Elvis let go of Dixie's hand and walked over to the door. Dixie followed quietly behind. Elvis opened the door and to no surprise was face to face with Lana. Elvis stiffened at the sight of her.

In her hands she held a pie and her eyes were a little puffy but it had looked as if she'd tried to hide the fact that she'd been crying with makeup. "Elvis," Lana smiled weakly, "I just wanted to bring you something. I know you said-" The sight of Dixie caught Lana's eye. She blinked for a moment and then looked at Elvis. "Who's this?" She asked him. Elvis took Dixie's hand proudly, hoping it would give Lana one last final hint. "This is Dixie," he said, "My girlfriend."

"Girlfriend." Lana echoed in disbelief. She looked back at Dixie again. "Dixie, this is my neighbor, Lana." Elvis introduced the two. Lana almost cringed at being called Elvis's neighbor. It made her stomach churn. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Dixie said sweetly. She held her hand out to Lana. Lana looked at it and took it slowly. "Right," Lana forced a smile, "And it's nice to meet you as well." She couldn't believe she was shaking hands with Elvis's girlfriend. She tried not to be sick.

"You made Elvis a pie?" Dixie asked. She let go of Lana's hand and peaked down at the sweet looking desert. "Oh, yes," Lana confirmed and held it out to the couple, "Just something I whipped up. It's apple." Dixie took it from Lana. "That's so sweet!" Dixie told the other woman, "Why don't you come in?"

"No," Elvis interrupted, "I'm sure Lana has better things to do. Right, Lana?" Lana looked at Elvis and tried not to let her smile break. "Of course I do," she lied, "But you two enjoy the pie." There was a look in Lana's eye. A look he'd never seen before. He couldn't tell if it was heartbreak or devastation but either way it was odd to him. "I hope to see you around!" Dixie told Lana. Lana just nodded and waved as she left.

"What a nice girl." Dixie hummed and walked into the kitchen to set down the pie. "I'm sure she bakes good, too!"

Elvis closed the door and locked it. "Yeah," Elvis mused, "I'm sure she does." Elvis walked into the kitchen and looked at Dixie. All he could think about was how beautiful she was. He quickly scooped her up into his arms. "Elvis!" She squealed. "Let's get back to where we were." He told her as he carried her up to the bedroom.

When Lana got back to her house she slammed the front door closed behind her and began to sob. She ran up to her room and laid on her bed. She held her chest as she felt her heart breaking into a million pieces. How could he? She thought, how could he? She tried to control her tears but it was no use. They kept coming and she cried harder and harder and harder. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it against her chest. She wanted Elvis and she couldn't have him. It was unfair to her. She hated not getting her way. She hated feeling like this. Then, unexpectedly, she heard a noise. Someone moaning. Lana sat up sniffling and looked out the window. She could see into Elvis's bedroom. She could see him with Dixie. She could see the love they were making... and she hated it. Suddenly her tears were replaced with anger and frustration. Something broke in her that day; something that couldn't be fixed without Elvis.