I Need Somebody
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Prompt: Elvis and Cecelia on the phone talking
Warning: None
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1958
It was a late night in Louisana, and Elvis was bored in his hotel room. He'd been filming his new movie King Creole and feeling homesick until he thought of an idea, which was to call his girlfriend, who he had hoped wasn't on stage performing. Sure, he loved dating a woman who was his equal, but it did get lonely on those nights when he needed her near to sing him to sleep when his insomnia got the best of him. Of course, Cecelia knew all too well how it felt. Everywhere she turned she could see Elvis, from the posters to the commercials to the merchandise the girls wore to her concerts, but it was nothing like having the real thing. "Alright girls goodnight..." Denise said, wishing The Garnets off as they all disbursed, Cecelia rushed to her room waiting to get into bed,
"Cece..."
"Yes, mother?"
"Front Desk says your room phone has been hanging off the-" Cecelia dashed flopping onto the bed and rolling over to the phone, "Hook..." Denise shook her head, Elvis sighed getting discouraged as he waited for her to answer, he hoped she was okay, or that she was being true to him, or that she simply was just-
"Hello?"
"ELVY WELVY BEAR!" Cecelia shouted as he laughed,
"Hey honey, I missed you," He smiled as he could hear her grinning, "Me too..." She responded by kicking her feet up and swinging them,
"How's filming?"
"How's the show?"
"You go first..."
"No, you..."
"No, you..."
"Cece..."
"El..."
"Lonely..." They said in unison, "Can't sleep without you..." Elvis sighed, "And when I try to I-I toss an turn and then I'm up so I read a book and..."
"And then get reminded of you not reading them allowed?" She asked as he laughed, Cecelia knew him so well it was scary,
"Yeah... I..."
"HEY ROSA GIVE ME MY DRUMSTICKS !" Elvis paused as he shook his head,
"You what..."
"Nothing," He shook his head, as he kept trying to focus on what he was saying,
"I wish you were here right now..."
"Me too- HEY CARLOTTA GIVE ROSA HER DRUMS..." Elvis blinked it sounded as if Cecelia's voice was coming from the wall behind him, "Sorry baby the girls are acting nuts.." He heard the door open as he took the phone as far as he could with him, his head peeping out the door "No worries honey..."
"Excuse me one second," Stepping out her hotel door, she took a deep breath and said, " YOU TWO ARE FIGHTIN' LIKE CHIL-"
"Ladies..."
"Hi, Elvis!" Rosa waved, Cecelia dropped the phone as she ran over to Elvis, Elvis catching her in a tight hug, and a sweet kiss,
"Wanna help me fall asleep..."
"Gladly..."
It was a late night in Louisana, and Elvis was bored in his hotel room. He'd been filming his new movie King Creole and feeling homesick, but now he had his girlfriend Cecelia running her fingers through his hair and singing him to sleep as he happily laid on her chest.