You was the child of an navy pilot in the year 1953. Your new best friend was an Sergeant for your fathers team, so he was usually around all the time.

"So then, I said, "Ma! I told you that we do nothing and listen to music together!!" You began, seemingly really passionate about the topic.

Elvis hoarsely chuckled, moisturising his lips with his tongue as you rambled on. Spotting your parents, he slowly turned his head to the open door with an soft, handsome smirk.

You looked back at the door, sneering and closing the door shut, "Ugh...and then Dad has to chime in.."

Elvis chuckled as you angrily ranted on, "Y'know, doll, I think you really should chill out.." Your best friend advised, crossing his legs on the floor comfortably as his rough, southern accent graced your ears.