His best friend

Chapter Eighteen

Elle POV

I fixed my skirt as Elvis put me down, Joe knocked 3 times since the first time telling us to hurry up. I rolled my eyes as I heard footsteps coming.

"We know!" We both yelled in unison, I heard Joe walking away and a muffled converstaion happening.

"Elvis... If it's Priscilla You need to tell her off or I will. Im tired of her all around us." I scoffed, I flattened my hair down and tried to adjust my bra in the mirror.

"Ok ok, I told her in German Elle. Danm, don't go off just yet." Elvis rolled his eyes. I was about to protest but he grabbed my face to give me a kiss.

"I got you now, there's nothin' to worry for." He smirked, pinchin' my cheeks. I pushed him away from me with a smirk yet he grabbed my hand pulling us towards the living room.

Priscilla, Joe, Red and Vernon all sat around the living room spread out. The conversation stopped when we entered the room. Elvis let go of my hand when Priscilla got up going towards him.

"Elvis!" Priscilla smiled, Yet Elvis's Expression seemed cold and harsh.

"No, we need to have a talk Cilla." Elvis scolled her. I had to idea that Elvis even had a nickname for her. With that they both walked towards the backyard of Graceland.

Elvis POV

Priscilla fiddled with the ruffle of her skirt, which I learned to be a nervous habit. Priscilla stared at me in awe, I haven't seen her since 1960. And man did she grow up.

"I called and Called Elvis.... Nothing, you told me that you-"

"That I what? What we had or what you thought we had was nothing. You were nothing more to me than a Fan. I was doing you a favor." I interrupted, I hatted being so harsh especially with someone who just wanted attention.

"That's Not what you said before you left.. You told me that you... That you loved me." A tear fell from her eye. I urged myself not to whipe it from her face.

"Men say things all the time. Priscilla I have a career, A family my fans. I dont have time for a little girl." I replied, Tears from her fell harder.

"Im not just some little girl Elvis, I loved you. Or what I though was Love, you made me trick myself into believing your lies." She cried, she turned her back towars me.

"I didn't make you do anything, Cilla. You had a choice to say no."  Told her firmly, I dont need her telling the media anythin' that aint true.

"Really. What about what you said about Rochelle. Saying she was just family. You lied that all you ever did and will do. If I knew she was something more I wouldn't have Keept this thing going." She turned back around, her face was red from crying or maybe because she was mad.

"You had no right into my personal life in the first place anyway. That wasn't your place." I whispered, knowing Elle she would be peeking around the corner.

"Fine, why don't I have a chat with Rochelle, Im sure she'd love to hear from me." I grabbed her hand before she left but she yanked it from me going into Graceland.