Rochelle POV
I was hot, way too hot. I groan as i open my eyes seeing Elvis half on my body. I try and push him off , but he doesn't even budge.
"Elvis!, get off!" I push one more time, he mumbles something but with a smirk.
"Did you say, stay on?" His smirk grows, i roll eyes tell him agian to get off. And finally he dose. He sits up, his hair all off the place not neatly like always.
"Oh look, someones hair isn't perfect." I grin, knowing how mad he'll get at me. He rolls his eyes getting up from the bed.
"Look who's talkin' " he hand's me a hand mirror. And he's right, i look like I just got ran over by a train.
"I still look better than you do." I smile, i get out of bed lookin through the hotel curtians. Scotty's smoking a cigar near the car whilest billy is talkin on the payphone.
"Hm, right. Im gonna get coffee. Why don't you freshin' up?" He winks, he grabs his coat and walks out the room. I could already hear him laughing with scotty, talkin' about who know's what.
I quickly get ready knowin' we must be gettin' ready to leave, Elvis is always on a tight schedule. Which is so annoying, but we always gotta move. I was about to leave the room, when i hear Elvis talkin' to someone. I listen closer and it sounds like a female.
I peek out the peep hole and sure enough it's a women. Older than me and Elvis, but not too old maybe 25? Scotty and billy are nowhere in site. I just watch out the hole.
Elvis Whisper's somethin in her ear, as she moves closer to him rubbing his arms. He's making it too obvious he wants her. I gave him some pointers in highschool, but he just can't contain himself. I rolleyes moving from the door, noticing he's heading that way.
"Elle? You ready?" He ask's, he's bright red and could barely breath.
"What's it look like?" I question, lifting my suitcases. He shakes his head, while he grabs my bags.
We walk out the room, while the women from before leans agianst the wall waving at Elvis. He nods towards her way.
"Makin' obvious I see?" I joke, knowing he hates when I acknowledge his bad flirting skills.
"Shut it, she has no idea." He barks back, putting my stuff in the trunk. Scotty and billy return with their stuff also putting it in the back.
I was about to get in the front seat when Elvis gently pulls me aside. "Look Elle, I um. Well Emily gonna tag along. Is that alright?"
I look at him blankly before gently patting him "Elvis you could bring 10 girls along for all I care." I laugh, he nudges me as he opens the back door for me.
I sit in between scotty and billy, while Elvis and his "friend" sit up front. The most of the time Elvis whispers in Emily's ear. Elvis has yet to introduce me.
"Hey, will Ya quit flirting. Im tryin' to eat here." Scotty jokes, he shoves a half a pound burger down his throat.
"How can you fit that whole thing?" I ask wondering how he's so hungry when we all ate breakfast an hour ago.
"Im a man, men can do things women cant." He nudges me. I shake my head, Elvis and i make eye contact through the mirror. I smile while he nods back.
"Elle, did i introduce you too Emily?" He ask, Emily reaches over her hand i gently shake it.
"Im Emily, nice to meet you." She quickly smiles, i could see right through her Fake smile. I do the same right back.
Moments later and we arrive at our town we will be stayin' in, billy holds the door open for, grabbin' my hand.
"Thank you." I reply, he nods and grabs my stuff out the trunk."Well aren't you the gently man." I take my bags from him. He leans aginst the car.
"Hey, I can be when I want." He whips out a cigar, tryin' to light it. I Help him by covering the cigar as he lights it.
"Thanks" He mumbles, he grabs his bags and leaves towards the hotel for the night. I turn around to get my bags And Elvis stand there, hands in his pocket.
"What was that bout' ?" He asks, a slight annoyance in his voice.
"What? Jealous." I joke, I grab my bags and head to my room.
"I ain't jealous, but i know what he dose on the road. Im just lookin' out for you." He leans agianst the hotel door.
"Rightt, well im a big girl Elvis i can take care of myself." I cross my arms, Emily slowly walks up behind Elvis.
"I just wanaa make sure you know what your getting yourself into" He groans, moving his hair from his face.
"I know for sure what im getting myself into" I Wink, i slam the door leaving him to think what ever he want.
YOU ARE READING
His best friend
FanfictionRochelle Anderson has always been Elvis's best friend, even since in diapers but when Elvis leaves to military will things get more serious between the two.