Moves Like Elvis | Jade Thirlwall

C3. Dating

    Saying that Elvis felt slightly ill the next morning would be a complete understatement. Her raging hangover was made even worse with the confusion that came with waking up on her sofa rather than in her actual bed, which was literally ten meters away. There was little light in the living room, leading Elvis to believe that it was early, way to early to be awake.

    She downed a glass of lonesome water which was in a wine glass on the coffee table, before trudging down the hallway and into her room. Seeing two figures in her bed, illuminated only slightly by the first light seeping through the blind, Elvis frowned. She stood there for a minute (maybe more than a minute, more like ten), trying to work out who the hell was in her bed.

    A blonde head of hair lifted from a pillow, squinting at the figure in the doorway. "Elvis?"

     "Hmph." Elvis groaned, before rolling onto the bed between her sister and who she assumed to be Jade. There was little room in the bed, and Elvis was atop of the duvet instead of below, but she drifted off almost immediately.

    The next time she awoke, the room was significantly brighter and her bed was empty of any other person aside from her. Still, she lay atop of the duvet instead of below it, and her skin was covered in goosebumps. Her phone was nowhere to be seen, so she couldn't check the time, effectively forcing her out of bed and into the communal kitchen and living room, wrapped in her double duvet.

    Amy was curled up on the sofa watching reruns of Friends, a comforting sight. Her phone was on the counter, and when she switched it on she saw that it was 11:37 AM. "Oh shit."

    "Them shots killed me off." Amy groaned, referring to shots of tequila that the four had consumed at the early hours of the morning. She gestured to the empty space beside her on the sofa, smiling as Elvis slumped down beside her, still clad in her duvet. "Last night was wild."

Elvis was to hungover to communicate with her best friend, instead she rested her head on her lap and opened up her phone to check her messages.

Me & Jade left early this morning for rehearsals, hope your okay today xx

Elvis smiled slightly at the message from her sister, before she replied saying, Feeling rough fam, ngl.

    She switched her phone off then, dumping it on a cushion beside her as she attempted to focus her attention onto the story line playing out in front of her, though her mind was elsewhere. It had been since that stupid party where Jade had said them stupid things, Elvis had been able to think about little else.

    Even that night when she went out clubbing with Amy and Trisha in tow, it was on her mind, spurring her on to pick a boy whom she could use for the evening, to make her feel a little less like Jade might have been right after all.

    About a week later, Amy and Elvis sat side by side at the kitchen table as Trisha bustled around behind them. Amy was scrolling through Instagram on her phone, while Elvis just stared at the table, lost in thought.

    "Hey Elv?" Trisha said as she came to stop beside the girl, but she hadn't been heard. "Elvis," she snapped a little, only smiling softly when the blonde finally looked up. "I'm putting on bacon for breakfast, you want some?"

    Elvis loved bacon. God, she like really loved bacon. She'd tried to go vegetarian at age fifteen, but was swayed back to the meat eating lifestyle three days later when she smelt bacon wafting through her Dad's house in South Shields. But truthfully, she didn't feel as though she could stomach it this morning. She was going on a date tonight, and her stomach was bubbling with anticipation and nerves.