"I mean, he is cute." Priscilla said, popping a grape in her mouth whilst you rolled her deep brown hair into blue rollers.

You and Priscilla had known each other since... you were both in the womb, basically. Your mom's were best friends in elementary school all the way to college and even after marriage and starting their own families. You both did these cute little sleepovers every week or two weeks over the summer. You and Priscilla did EVERYTHING together. Got your first period together, shaved for the first time together, and watched horror movies together. You guys were inseparable.

It was the 1950s, and Elvis Presley was very famous - especially with the ladies. Now Priscilla had met him and now was dating him despite her being a literary CHILD. She was fourteen, and he was twenty-four. Why couldn't he find a girl his age? You didn't know.