His best friend

Chapter Eleven

Rochelle POV
I walked outta our room in frustration,  with eyes on me from every corn.  And I spot Priscilla in the corner on a recliner,  picking at her nails. 

"Everythin' all right? " Billy questioned,  pulling me to the side. 

"Oh, yeah.  I just....  I dunno it's everything. " I frowned,  I pulled my hair in anger. 

"Maybe we should head out?  Like old times,  I'll buy you a burger? " Billy nudged me gently,  I shook my head. 

"Oh, No you know Elvis.  I couldn't do that." I replied, He got up pulling me with him.

"We're just friends right?No feelings, It ain't a date or anything." Billy laughed.

"I'm good Billy,  I don't need Elvis thinkin' anythin' is goin' on. " I declined politely,  Billy nodded. 

"I understand,  I get it.  I don't wanna cause a problem. " Billy replied,  Elvis walked out,  He was lookin' around the room like he was searchin' for something. 

I got up from around the corner making my way too him but Priscilla caught his eye, She quickly got up from her seat walking towards him.

"Ugh, I mean can you believe him? Sayin'  she's just a fan.  What a load of crap. " I shook my head,  I quickly whipped away tears that escaped. 

Billy shook his head, wrapping a arm around me. "I'm sure she is, you know how nice he is." Billy assured me. 

I scooted back, The music,  the people.  Elvis and his friends laughing.  Everything was too much, feelings started to rush back to me. 

I ran outta the front door,  into the snow.  Elvis's car stood still in the snow, I sat in the passengers seat.

Elvis POV

I watched as Elle ran outta the house,  Priscilla gave me a questioning look. 

"It's because of me,  isn't it? " Priscilla looked down at the plush carpet. 

I rubbed her arm gently "No it ain't,  I'll work it out with her.  Just stay here. " I replied, she nodded and sat with Joe. 

It took me a while to find Elle but I did,  I sat in the drivers seat facing towards her.  I could hear her sobbing. 

"Elle, baby... " I whispered she slowly turned around tears streaming down. 

"E-Elvis....  I don't know if I'm cut out for this life... " She sobbed,  I took her hands gently holding them close.

"Baby,  baby look at me. " I cupped her face gently,  her blue eyes now puffy from tears. 

"If it's Priscilla, Then I'll stop seeing her.  But the music baby,  it's my life.  I can't leave it. " I explained. 

"I know...  I ain't expecting you,  but I don't know if I can be the person you want me to... "Elle cried,  I whipped her tears.  She looked down at my lips then back up to me.

Rochelle POV

I didn't know what to say,  or how to say it.  I don't want to be done with Elvis but,  I don't know how long I can go on. 

"Just kiss me, If this is the last time....  Please. " I cried, Elvis pulled my face towards him our lips touched gently at first but by time it got more passionate. 

I climbed over the console, Wrapping my legs over Elvis's.  I felt his arms around my waist lifting my shirt up and over my head. I gripped his hair,  As he roughly kissed me,I accidentally honked the horn making Elvis laugh. 

"There isn't much room here is there?" Elvis laughed. 

"Shut up" I giggled. I helped him with his shirt throwing it on the other side.  I moaned lowly as Elvis kissed my neck, I gripped his neck as Elvis made love to me.  Explaining how sorry he was, And that he'll make it up too me.

We spent hours later bundled up together, his arms around me. Telling me everything it all right.