Elvis & May

1. Up in the air

"You know I've never cared about things like that!" May cried in frustration, her brows furrowed.
"But I care, May!" Elvis retaliated, head in his hands.

He hated being powerless. He seemingly had nothing under control anymore; his job, his money, even his whole life! The only thing he had going for him was his relationship with a woman he truly loved, but he couldn't support that, either.

Currently, his six foot frame was hunched over the small table in the couple's apartment, dwarfed by May's powerful and protective stance as she stood before him.

She was much smaller than him, but knew to be assertive when need be.

"And why should you care?" She challenged. "Aren't you happy?"
"Of course, Baby-" Elvis spoke.
"So what's the problem?" May retorted, leaning down to see eye to eye with her boyfriend.

"The problem is that I hate how you look at me - i - i -its like you pity me, May." Elvis stuttered, his voice going a million miles an hour; drawing conclusions left and right.

May looked down at Elvis' handsome but sorrowful face, trying her best to not convey any sense of her natural condolence for his sake.

"I don't pity you, Elvis. You pity yourself." She spoke softly but bluntly to him. She turned to wonder from his curled up figure. Just then she felt his hands on the waist of her dress.

"Don't leave me, baby." He pleaded.
"I'm not gonna!" She laughed, not giving in to his drawn-out dramatics.

Elvis often went on tangents about what he wanted - rarely going after them.
"I just wish I had the dough, May. Th- then I could-"
"Then you could feel sorry for yourself in some big mansion?" May interrupted, refusing to enable his unnecessary remarks.

Elvis paused, thinking carefully about how he was going to word his next sentence.
"I just feel... helpless, May. Li-Like I can't support us. You're always doing things for us, and I can't. I hate it, baby, I really do."

May sighed, and dropped her defensive stance, sitting back down at the bedside table to hold Elvis' big hands as he spoke.

"Darlin', my job' earns nothing compared to yours. I'm an adult, baby. If I can't even pay rent, what good am I?"

May was offended at his self deprecation.
"Elvis-"

"Why do you even keep me around, if I can't do anything right, May?" Elvis quivered, voice getting louder and angry. Angry at himself. "Can't do my job right, can't keep any friends, can't even support us! Baby, why do you deal with me?" He cried.

"Because I love you, you stupid, stupid man!" May shouted.

Elvis darted his head up to face a tearful May. As ashamed of himself as he was, he hated that he made her cry.
"Baby, why are you bawling?" He sniffed - somehow strong again.

May felt Elvis' comforting touch on her arms and he held them.
"Because you don't owe me nothing, Elvis. And you have it in your mind that I've asked for the world." She whispered through a sore throat - trying to hold back her emotions.

"I just want you you have a good life, is all, May- I wanna provide for you a- an- and take care of you-"
"Elvis, you already do!" She interuppted, drifting her fingers though his thick, hazel hair. "We take care of eachother." May added, drying her shamrock eyes.

Elvis finally took a breath, before wrapping his arms around May, pulling her into his grasp and holding her tight. He felt May's small arms clutch at his back, and sighed with content.

The pair stayed like that for a little while, just holding each other, letting the tension around them fade away, ignoring their problems just to embrace.

Nothing else mattered at that moment. It was just them, alone together.

Slowly, Elvis released his girl, and stared into her emerald eyes, as she gazed into his sapphires.

May sighed, releasing a small giggle, causing Elvis to chuckle along with her.

"Let's split the rent this month, okay?"

"That sounds fine to me darlin'." Elvis reluctantly obliged, settling as he lay down to rest.

*a week later*

Elvis and May were walking hand in hand as they left the church on Sunday night.
"God baby, I love your singin'." He teased, squeezing May's hand as his other arm made it's way to her waist while they walked.
"Very funny(!)" May replied, squeezing his hand harder in pretend protest. "Elvis your voice *is* actually wonderful..."

"Yeah, ok(!)" Elvis nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Well - it is!" She insisted, looking down at the moonlit gravel the two of them walked on.
"Just you wait - next week, father Charles will make you a choir boy(!)" She laughed, jabbing Elvis in the ribs, starting a play fight.

Elvis bore his teeth like a predator, and gripped May's waist firmly. He drew her close to him, almost sweeping her off the floor.

The sweethearts giggled as they kept walking through the muddy path.
"Anyway, baby..." Elvis began, out of breath but still smiling. "We won't be at church next week." He grinned.

"What? How come?" May questioned, wondering if she'd upset him.
"We're going away, ain't we?" Elvis smiled, boyishly.

"We are?" May tilted her head in confusion, her long, black hair flowing very gently in the cold breeze. Elvis grinned at her reaction. "Elvis, where are we going?"

"Hawaii, baby." Elvis revealed.

May stopped dead on the sidewalk, stunned. She looked up at Elvis with disbelief, but saw his overjoyed smile and quickly threw away her doubts.

"May?" Elvis questioned, worried he had said something wrong.

The woman in question suddenly threw herself at him, a happy smile plastered on her face, stretching from ear to ear.

"Elvis, baby! I can't believe you!" She exclaimed with joy, wrapping her arms around his neck, pecking his lips quickly. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious, baby." Elvis kissed his girlfriend's lips, and laughed at her reaction.

"Elvis you didn't have to-" May's words were lost between Elvis' lips as he kissed her tenderly.
"I've been saving baby - and this is what a want to do... take you someplace nice, ok?" Elvis grinned.

"What do I even take, Elvis?" May asked. She wasn't used to packing, especially on such short notice.
"Just clothes baby, that's all." Elvis paused for a moment, than added:
"Actually - just a bathing suit, May!" Elvis joked, giddy with anticipation.

Soon the pair of them were boarding the plane.