In your mind, Elvis Presley and you are just friends, despite what the magazines might say. Sure you cuddle, and you kiss, and you go on dates, and yeah you’ve slept together numerous times, but in your mind he’s nothing more than a close friend.

He called you the other day, wanting you to come to Graceland for a while. You had to decline the invitation due to your work not allowing you the entire summer off. He’s told you plenty of times that you don’t need a career, and he’ll pay for anything you need, but you like having the financial stability of relying on yourself rather than a man. He’s not a fan of your ideology, but he respects it.

You’re in your front garden playing with your new puppy when a gorgeous Cadillac pulls up outside the front of your house. You immediately recognise it as Elvis’ gorgeous Cadillac. You’re not too sure what he’s doing here. Why would he leave beautiful Graceland to come to your little hometown? He steps out of the car and chuckles when he sees you, like you were waiting for him despite being unaware of his trip. You immediately pick up your puppy and rush into his arms.

“Hi, doll.” He kisses your head. You don’t notice the suitcase in the trunk of his car.