Real Love- A Kenny and Dolly Story

Chapter 1: Feelings

London, England 1985

Dolly's POV:

I'm in my dressing room, getting ready for my last performance on that stage as I looked at my wardrobe in the mirror behind me as I sighed.

"What's wrong honey?" My best friend Judy asked as she could always tell how I'm feeling.

"What are your thoughts about this tour?" I asked her as she set her magazine down.

"I thought y'all were amazing. Y'all always are, no matter what."

"Are you just sayin' that?"

"No, because when y'all leave here and go back home, you'll be the same people you were on stage."

"Can I ask you something."

"Sure."

"What do you think about him?"

"Of Kenny?"

"Yes."

"He's kind and a gentlemen. Not like those guys from Sevierville."

"Anything else?"

"Dolly, do like him?"

My breath got hitched into my throat as if someone had taken all the breath I had left in my lungs.

"Would it be bad if I did like him, I mean I love him as my best friend but would it be bad if I liked more in another way?" I asked her.

"No, I think he's a great guy and I love you honey. You've been through quite a lot lately and I know he's the only guy I have liked since the guy from Nashville."

"That was such a long time ago."

"I know. Now, are you ready to put on your dress?"

"Sure." I said as we started really getting ready.

Kenny's POV:

I'm ready as I'll ever be in my dressing room, feeling nervous of getting on stage with her as I heard someone knock on my door.

"Yeah?"

"You're on in ten Mr. Rogers."

"Thank you." I said as he walked away from the door.

"What's goin' on in that head of yours?"

"I think I have feelings for Dolly." I said as everyone suddenly got quiet.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"I thought she was dating again?"

"Is she?"

"Maybe."

"Go ask her."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why would I go ask Dolly Parton if she's dating again?"

"Because as her best friend, I want her to know I'm her bodyguard."

"She has plenty of those man."

"Just go ask her, please?"

"Fine."

"Wait a sec... Give her this for me."

"A bouquet of flowers?''

"These are her favorite flowers, plus yellow is her favorite color."

"You do like Dolly, don't you?"

"Did you hear the man earlier? He's in love with her."

"He said he likes her."