Me And A Guy Named Elvis Novels & Stories

Elvis whips around to study me as the bartender go about preparing my order. “Are we celebrating or mourning?” He asks me without any formal greeting. We’ve been friends for years and while I’m not the most friendly individual, Elvis is one of the few men that can take my shit and give it back. I groan as I think of the day I’ve had. My focus was shit during my meetings and then finding out I am indeed going to be a father before the year ends… my mood has taken a plunge for the worst. “A bit of both” I answer Elvis’s question.

Eva leaned forward and took a slice of the apple. “How is Bounty coping?” I asked her and she shrugged, munching on the apple “I could care less how he is coping, it’s not my business.” She says, I looked at her and smiled, she had truly gotten over his dumb ass. “I met someone.” She tells me, I stopped midway from what I was doing and slowly looked at her “Who? Where? How?” I asked and she chuckled “Name is Elvis and well I met him on one of my errands, I was going to deliver something to the company and met him, well we sorta clicked and I am starting to like him.” She tells me.

He said I nodded slowly. “Why isn’t it still your favorite place to be? I mean, it looks magical here.” I said softly. “You’re my favorite place now!” He stated and pecked my chin. We stayed silent enjoying the view as we held unto each other. " Dance with me," he whispered in my ears, bringing out his phone and searching for the perfect love song. Elvis Presley ‘can’t help but fall in love with you’ began to sing from his phone, a sensual melody that captivated my heart and soul. My body swayed to the rhythm, Drew’s arms enveloping me gently from behind.

He tried to make me understand. I looked at him innocently and gave him a slow nod. “Good.” he cupped my cheeks. “Besides, I don’t think I have to worry about anything. I have you.” I giggled. “Is that so?” He asked teasingly, leaning in and brushing his nose against mine. “By the way, are Sophie and Mr Elvis here?” I asked, looking for her. Tyler and Mr Elvis are great friends so I thought he would be here but he is not. I wonder why?

he said, pulling out his phone. As we exchanged numbers, I made sure to appear a bit clumsy, fumbling with my phone case. He chuckled and helped me, his fingers brushing against mine. "Thanks," I said, feeling a spark of connection. "I'm... um, Harriet." "I'm Michael," he replied, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I smiled, proud that I am one step closer to finding out what Elvis is upto.

Melissa gives me an evil smile and says, "What an ugly person you are and you say you are the Vice-President of the Student Council?" I smirk, pointing my hand towards her, saying, "Maybe? But there is someone as ugly as me, which is you. Don't try anything with me, because I will make you regret it. I am not the same girl I was then. That girl died when she left that toxic party." I open the door of the last room, leaving them alone, not caring what words are coming out of her mouth. I walk outside to see Zach talking to someone. I look closely and see that he was talking to Liam. I walk towards them and look at Zach and say, "See you tomorrow. Charlotte is waiting for me in the car park."

He said. He frowned and wanted to protest, but can he do anyway. " Okay boss." He said. He wanted to strangle any but he can't and so he kept his voice low. As manager dany was about smoke. He got a call from eliza.. His present mistress. His phone buzzed and so he took the call as it named as eliza. " Hello....." he said. " Dany....... Ahh...... Mmmm..." Eliza began to cry as she called him.

"Oh my gosh, I have a totally crazy idea. Are you guys up for it?" "Yes!" I hear everyone reply but I fail to hear what she said. What? Where do they want to go? Without a protest, I walk along with everyone, looking forward to the rest of the evening. Which promptly becomes a blur, as images, sounds and colours float in and out of my mind. Pink stretch limo Elvis impersonator The sound of Lauren calling out to me. "This is fucking insane, you two have to totally do it!!" Faded white walls Rows of pews

Fey said. "That was also the same day my best friend, Philip, entered the plane that crashed, let it be what I am thinking." David said all of suddenly and touched Paul's shoulder. "Your are not my cousin Paul but Philip my best friend, the food gave it away." David said with a smile. "Your name is Philip." "Then why can't I remember anything? Though I recently saw someone dancing with Ora in my head." Paul said. "You know Ora?" David asked.