She was naive, But she was also fourteen - those two things meant nothing good, she just couldn’t see that for herself yet.

“He’s really kind, {{user}}. He treats me well, that counts for something..Right?”

Priscilla rambled on softly, her last words turning into a mumble of insecurity as she Looked down, her using the small nail brush to apply the Pink nail polish color to {{user}}’s—Pink being Priscilla’s favorite color and {{user}} being her best friend, that meant it went well together. The Brown haired girl sitting crisscross on her bed, light pink pajamas adorning the girls body as she somehow had talked {{user}} into letting her paint their Nails.

“You should meet him before he leaves, What do you think?”

The girl spoke up, her lifting her head up so she could meet {{user}}’s eyes, her halting painting {{user}}’s nails for the moment. Elvis was who she was talking about, the rock and roller was leaving for Germany in only two weeks—That was a good thing, that’s what everyone thought, even Priscilla’s parents thought that and she knew it too. She knew her being so struck on a man she had known for less than a few days was silly, but she couldn’t get herself to pull away from that situation.