A/N: Just remember that we are people too!
MzB- ::hides behind robicorn:: so uh here's chapter 4 ::ducks head::
Robicorn- ::shrugs:: Better late than never
MzB- ::whispers to robicorn:: think they hate us now?
Robicorn- ::looks around:: Huh. Well maybe Loverboy can smooth things over for us?
MzB- ::claps hands:: yes, Loverboy makes everything better! Well ladies and gents (if there are even any guys reading)
Here is Chapter 4 of Elvisward ::completes Vanna White intro::
Robicorn- ::hides behind MzB:: Right, cause he never screws up.
MzB- ::evil laugh:: Nope, never. ::grabs robicorn and heads to the bar:: Peace out, girl scouts.
As always, we don't own Twilight, because if we did, we wouldn't have jobs. Then we would be able to write Elvisward all day every day.
The tires of the van kick up the brown dirt along the roads as we head out of this small town in Texas. Jasper is driving with Emmett riding shot gun, leaving me and Bella in the back. Not that I mind. Her hand is in mine, and I smile every time I see her face. She is my girl. Well, with a hectic touring schedule, let's just say that it's as official as it's going to get.
I haven't actually had time to take her on a proper date. So, I had to give her a rain check when she accepted my original offer of a movie. She called me an 'Indian Giver' for getting her hopes up, so I had to do something.
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I am sitting in my motel room thinking about Bella. She has me feeling all bad about the date that wouldn't be happening for months. She isn't doing it on purpose but it had me thinking and she's right. That just isn't acceptable. I couldn't wait until the end of the tour to make her mine.
So, I set up a blanket under the stars, got a cheap bottle of wine, and some snacks from the convenience store. I make sure my hair wasn't too perfect, because off stage, I wasn't that same guy. Part of that was an act and I wanted Bella to know me, the real me.
It would have been easy; I could have had any groupie from the gigs this year. But I would never let them see this side of me; never let them call me E.
So here I was standing in front of room 2010, the girl's room, to ask Bella to accompany me on the date. Rose swings open the door. I have a daisy that I had picked along the way to get the wine. She tries to snatch it from me, so I jerk back. "S'Bella around?" I ask.
"Bella, your lover boy is here for you!" Rose calls back.
Bella pops her head out and comes towards me cautiously. "I owe you a date, don't I, baby?" I ask her handing her the flower.
"Right now? Tonight?" She questions me, twirling the flower in her fingers.
"Yeah, but it's not a flick like I promised..." I tell her with my best smirk in place hoping she wouldn't be too disappointed.
"Okay, sure...I just need to get my jacket," she tells me, turning around to see Rose holding her jacket. Bella thanks her and we begin our walk to the other side of the motel where I have a blanket set up by the van. Yeah I know, not the most romantic spot but at least this way we can listen to some tune-age.
"Lover boy?" I question her. She blushes.
"Rosalie likes to tease."
"Tell me, Bella, how do you call your lover boy?"
Bella turns around and walks ahead of me, she uses her index finger and curls it toward herself. "Come here lover boy," she almost sings in a demanding tone.
"And if he doesn't answer?"
"Oh, lover boy," she sings sweetly relaxing on the blanket on the grass. Her arms extended behind her holding her up, with her legs outstretched in her long skirt, showing the tiniest bit of her ankles.
"And if he still doesn't answer?" I ask not making a move to sit down.
"I simply say, baby, oh baby, my sweet baby," she sings, as she starts crawling towards me. I do the only thing I can think of and drop to my knees. When she is close enough, she comes to her knees placing her hands on my chest.
"Still not going to answer, E?" she asks, in a breathy voice.
"No, I'm going to answer," staring directly into her eyes. Her lips are mine for the taking, and I want to taste them so bad. I don't want to move too fast though, so I stroke her cheek with my thumb instead of grabbing her face and devouring her.
I pour wine into the small cups I was able to grab from the motel owner, "E...I'm not old enough to drink," she tells me, playing with her colorful scarf around her neck.
"Well, I'm not going to call the pigs if you don't," I assure her.
Hesitantly, she takes the glass. "To first dates beneath the stars," I cheer her.
"How did you get into performing?" I ask her, as we sip on the white wine.
"Hellerman's. It's a resort my father would take us to every summer up the mountains. They did like variety shows. I sang in a few of them. I loved it there. What about you?" she asks, popping a chip in her mouth.
"Oh, my ma said I was born shaking my hips. She could just see the music pouring out of me. I never turned down the chance to be center of attention, even if that meant in church." I tell her. The church wouldn't let me in now, not with my dance moves.
"Oh, choir? I did that too back home," she smiles. "But what I really love is writing."
"Oh? I'd love to hear something. If you're willing to share, that is."
"Really? I only ever shared with one person, and I don't think he was too impressed by it."
"How could he not be impressed by you?" I ask, making her blush. "His loss," smirking, his loss, my gain. What a loser.
As she pulls a notebook out of her jacket, of what I assume are the songs she's written, I remember the phone call I got earlier, "Big Daddy B is coming to the next show if he likes us, that could lead to big things. We gotta kill it."
"Wow, that's crazy, E!" Bella says, happy for the chance.
"Well, apparently he heard from DJ Dudley in Texarkana about the frenzies that were stirring with all the ladies and he wants to check us out." He works for Sun Records, which makes me nervous in and of itself. So it's important that we don't mess it up. That we keep killing it. That I keep those girls screaming.
Two months ago, those girls were girls I thought I could have fun with. Not now. Not since Bella. God, she is gorgeous and she doesn't realize what her excitement is doing to me.
"I like it better when you call me lover boy," I tease her, leaning closer. She smiles and darts out her tongue slowly tracing her top lip.
She lets out an unsteady breath. All I can think about it kissing her. "May I kiss you?" I ask her as I lean closer to her face.
She swallows hard and then her mouth parts slightly. "I'd like that," she whispers. My hand is on the back of her neck, and I guide her closer until our lips meet. We mold our mouths together, our lips make smacking noises. Her mouth is smooth as silk and the hollow behind her ear feels amazing under my calloused fingers. That's the only thing I can say that I regret about playing the guitar instead of piano; my hands aren't smooth anymore. Well, smooth to the touch.
Her tongue darts out and I feel it against my lips. I part them so I can taste her. I moan when the flavor of cinnamon and sugar washes over my mouth with each sweep of her tongue. She never breaks the kiss as she runs her fingers up and down the back of my neck.
I take control of the kiss and pull her flush against my chest, trying to keep my hands in acceptable places. Her small hand slides inside my leather jacket. Tiny fingers dance and grab along my rib cage. Then both of her hands are in my hair, pushing and pulling it, all the while the kiss growing more heated.
"Be my girl, Baby." I ask her, my breathing is labored. Her lips are bright red and puffy. I want her to know my intentions. I don't want her to think she is one of many. I need her to know she is the only one.
"Is this a dream?" she asks me.
"Why would you think that?" I ask her.
"You're so perfect. Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me. I worry every morning, that i'll wake up to find that none of this happened."
"Then I never want to wake up. I could never forget about you," I tell her, with a peck to her smiling lips. "I have been waiting for you. Someone to get lost in... Someone I wouldn't have to leave."
She brushes small pecks all over my face. "You never answered my question," I remind her denying her kiss.
"Yes, E. I will be your girl," she smiles against my check.
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"What are you thinking about? You have this crazy cute grin on your face." Bella asks me.
"I was thinking about that night you agreed to be my girl," I tell her lifting her hand to my lips and leaving a small kiss on her knuckles.
"Well lover boy, we can think about the past or we can finish this song," she tells me pointing to her marble notebook that she colored in with bright markers.
I take the book from her and open up to the song she has marked for me to look at. I start reading the words. "What do you know about heartbreak, baby?" I ask her.
"Enough," she tells me.
"Some idiot break your heart?" I ask her, I am teasing. We haven't really talked about past relationships. I don't really have any. Just a few girls I took to a movie or for a bite to eat. Nothing serious. Nothing to get a broken heart over. At the same time not having anyone serious is heart break enough.
"You could say that," she tells me.
"What happened?" I ask her.
"Another time, lover boy. Not tonight." she shakes her head.
Reading her words, I notice there are some things that can be changed, but my girl is brilliant.
I jot down my own words in the margin, her bubbly print next to my long, sharp, rushed words. I smile at her and kiss her neck. There is something so intimate about writing together. Personal thoughts, feelings and life experiences we share initially with one another in the hopes to someday be recorded and never be lost. Her words will mesh with mine to create something people will one day sing along to; if we are lucky.
It takes a lot of trust. Being that this is Bella's baby, her song; she must trust me an awful lot to not rip the book out of my hands at the sign of me changing things. I kiss her lips just because of that fact.
"I really like this, Bella. "Down at the end of Lonely Street," I repeat the words she has written. She has the chorus down. There are lines here and there that she hopes to add to make verses.
I scribble down my words, "Although it's always crowded, you can still find a room."
We go back and forth with each other, filling the song out a little more, until Jasper tires of driving and I take over. Bella stays in the back with Jasper. Even though all I want to do is keep writing with her, I focus on the drive ahead.
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The next day, I am so nervous since we are going to be playing for Big Daddy B. I really don't want to go back to driving that damn truck for Crown Electric.
He finds me in my dressing room. "Hey, Big Daddy!" I greet him with an enthusiastic hand shake. "I'm so glad you could make it," I tell him gripping his hand firmly in mine.
"I've been hearing good things about you, kid," he smiles warmly at me. "Hear the ladies love you."
I smile shyly, running my hands through my neatly slicked back hair.
"A shy bad boy... no wonder." he laughs. "Now, tell me son, what kind of singer are you?"
"I'm not a kind. I sing all kinds," I tell him. I can sing whatever people want to listen to.
"Well, who do you sound like?" he asks me.
"I sound like me. I don't sound like anyone." I insist. I don't want to be labeled.
It was bad enough I got told I couldn't sing by The Songfellows.
"I guess I just have to take a listen for myself," Big Daddy B says patting my back. He places his hand on my shoulder and leads me to the stage entrance.
"Do an upbeat song. We are going to air it live on the radio," he says patting me on my back and sending me off onto the stage.
I adjust my guitar and address the audience. I start strumming my guitar and playing "That's Alright." The girls go wild.
I play a few more songs, before the radio DJ comes out to ask me a few questions for his show.
"Our phones have been ringing off the hook with callers asking us who is floating through their radio. You have a unique blend of blues and boogie-woogie. Tell the listeners what high school you went to; they insist you must be black."
"Humes High School," I answer.
"The ladies are dying to know, are you single?"
I debated for a moment. My manager always told me to keep them interested, you had to be available.
"Yes, I am." Screams erupt from the ladies as they clamor at the bottom of the stage. I couldn't help but laugh nervously.
"Well, are you looking to change that status?"
I don't know if I was thinking or not, but the next words out of my mouth I knew I would pay for.
"Sure, any ladies interested are more than welcome to meet me backstage after the show," I wink towards the crowd. I was only joking, being playful.
It brought the girls out, and Bella stared daggers at me the entire time.
As soon as the show ends, Bella storms off stage. I chase after her.
"Bella!" I call after her. "Come on, Baby!" I say, pulling her arm to try and stop her.
She turns around and places her hands on her hips. "You're available? Any of the ladies can come back if they are interested? What do I have the word stupid or naive written across my forehead, E?"
"It's a bit, Bella. An act! I tell them what they want to hear! Its part of the reason you call me E and they don't. I'm fake on stage! They don't know me like you do! Please, I thought you understood how this works." I beg her to listen to me.
"Don't mean to interrupt, E... but we have a little problem." Emmett tells me.
"What?" I ask him messing up my hair and loosening my ties.
"There are about three hundred girls demanding entrance backstage... because you invited 'any ladies' willing to change your relationship status."
Bella gives me a tight smile. "Good luck with the ladies," she tells me, storming off. She goes where I can't follow, into the crowd of women outside the door. All of whom are waiting to devour me alive.
A/N: So, uh, we all good now?
I am glad to admit that this semester is over and due to the holidays both of us will have some sort of break to be able to write!
YAY!
So, as always, here are some recs because we know you need something to read while waiting on Elvisward.
Recs:
Robicorn's Rec: Waking Up in Vegas by: Soleil2much Story id: 5548444
MzB's Rec: Game On Baby by: Drizl Story id: 5626218
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