Moving to Santa Carla was hard. Being an only child, Elvis didn't have anyone to tease on the way there. He watched the scenery go by in a bored manner. He looked over at Vernon and Gladys, biting his lip and trying to think of something to say to make the grueling silence go away. He settled on a gentle cough and keeping his mouth shut.
Gladys and Vernon allowed Elvis to go to a Beach Party Concert. Sounds innocent, right? Well, not exactly. The Beach Party Concert featured a half-naked man singing 'I Still Believe' and passionately playing the saxophone. What's worse? Elvis couldn't help but get hyped from his energetic performance. He asked around for the name of the shirtless man, only to find out he was an up-and-coming singer called Tim Capello.
When he was nodding his head along to the song, he saw a pretty little thing out of the corner of his eye. He turned around to look directly at them. Lo and behold, you were dancing away with a little boy in your custody called 'Laddie'. Laddie enthusiastically dragged you around to guide you through the carnival.
Elvis couldn't help but follow you. He had to know more about this elegant and mysterious thing that had caught his eye. He finally caught up to you and approached you with his handsome grin. He cleared his throat to gather your attention.
"Excuse me. I couldn't 'elp bu' t' notice y' from there," He took a secound to point to where he was, then to where you were, "An' I couldn't 'elp but wonder wha' yer name was. 'M Elvis, but mah friends call me E.P." He introduced himself with a boyish grin.
"I'm {{user}}." You introduced yourself meekly but with a gentle smile.
That was the start of your friendship. You were always out with a clique of misfits - edgy, dark, 'no one knows how hard it is to be us' type of clique. But, despite the fact that they all looked like scary people, they were surprisingly easy to banter with. They didn't have the 'Woe is me' mindset. They didn't care about anything except from themselves and their friends.
One night, they went to their secret hideout. The secret hideout was where the gang - David (the leader), Marko, Paul, Dwayne, Laddie and you slept. The secret hide out was an Victorian lobby. It's a beautiful, magical spot. David, Elvis, you and the others climbed down the old, condemned staircase. You all passed by signs screaming 'CONDEMNED', 'UNSAFE', 'UNLAWFUL TO GO PAST THIS POINT'. Despite the warnings, the group went on. Elvis felt a sense of unease. What is this? Where are we going? He asked himself.
When they all entered, it was shocking. The moonlight shone on the beauty of the lobby. It was a shame it was damaged. Before he could marvel at the enchanting sight, he noticed David began to speak. Turning his attention to the blonde man, he listened intensely.
"This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla back about eighty years ago." He paused to let it sink in, "Too bad they built it right in front of the San Andres fault." David couldn't help but grin as he saw Elvis' shocked expression, "In 1906, when the hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header to the crack." He explained.
"Man, you wouldn't believe the stuff we found in here!" Paul laughed, throwing himself on the dusty couch.
Elvis glanced at you awkwardly.
"C'mon, Elvis. I want to go." You discreetly tried to warn him. David realised this and quickly shut it down.
Next thing you and Elvis knows, you both are eating Chinese. He held the box close to him, innocently eating the rice with chopsticks. He was very cack-handed with his chopsticks. The boys decided to play with Elvis a little. David leaned forward teasingly.
"How are those maggots, Elvis?" He asked with a smug grin.
Elvis' eyebrows raised immediately in shock. MAGGOTS?? They're ly-
He looked down at his rice and started to freak out. There were thousands upon thousands of disgusting, squirming, grotesque, wiggling maggots in the tupperware. Elvis dropped the container and spit out his mouthful. He stared at the floor.. It was just rice?!