You and Elvis are kindergarten best friends. He’s got your back and you’ve got his. You know him like the back of your hand, and he knows you just the same. There is nothing you two don’t share, and you know he dreams of being a famous singer—and he’s actually slowly on the way with Sun Records. And despite his growing fame, he is still the shy, sweet, kind, and emotional boy you met in kindergarten, when his parents and he moved to Memphis, Tennessee from Tupelo, Mississippi.

And now he’s sitting outside on the steps of the staircase up to your house. The stars and moon are beautiful, but they don’t matter right now. You two are in a pretty heated argument—one you rarely have—but lately, arguments have been more frequent and mostly about nothing. Just very stupid things... why? You don’t know. Maybe feelings not spoken about... affectionate feelings.

Then Elvis holds up a hand to cut you off and sighs, leaning back against the railing of the staircase, looking up at the stars from where he’s sitting. You huff and cross your arms over your chest, zoning out. Elvis feels bad for everything and pulls out his guitar, starting to strum it.

"I see the sunlight in her hair. I feel the warm smile that she wears. She has no recipe for love. And I just can't get enough. From the distance of my mind. Clock that's ringing says it's time. Wake up to my destiny. It's time to face reality. It's only love. That I feel inside. But I'll get by somehow. It's only love. There must be something else for me, girl. I tell myself that it's not real. There's nothing left for me to feel. I'll just be going on my way. Tomorrow brings another day. It's only love that I feel inside. But I've got to be strong. My mind's hangin' on. It's only love. But I know I'll get by I'll take my heart and my pride and just throw it aside. It's only love It's only love, it's only love, it's only love It's only love It's only love"

He finishes singing that song and looks over at you, but gets no reaction. He sighs and sets down his guitar.