Chapter 2: Elvis Pants
A/N: This chapter is for my hero, Elvis Aaron Presley. He was the King Of Rock and Roll and he died on August 16th, 1977. Please review.
Don't own.
xxx… Elvis Owns Your Ass All The Way Home To Graceland Baby …xxx
Jay dragged their luggage into a small motel off the airport building. As soon as Theresa opened the room, Jay dropped her suitcase.
"Damn Theresa, how many clothes do you have!?" He groaned, massaging his shoulder. She smiled impishly at him, causing him to unwillingly smile back. He had never smiled this much in his entire life, but something about the ginger haired woman in front of him made him grin like a fool.
Sitting on the uncomfortable bed, Jay watched her sort slowly through her mass of clothes to pull out a makeup bag and some pajamas. Just these simple acts reminded him of her beauty. She was a goddess. Literally. Jay would believe it willingly.
Her long wavy ginger hair reached down her back, the color unusual, but not fake. Her eyes were emerald, and piercing, as if she could dig so deep in Jay's heart that she saw his very deepest emotions. His very soul. She was slender and curvy, and she reminded Jay very much of Helen of Troy. He wasn't sure if her face would launch one thousand ships, but it definitely would launch his ship.
"I'm going to shower, Kay Jay?" She giggled at her unintentional rhyme. Jay rolled his eyes.
"Fine by me, I am going to go get some vending machine food. You want anything?" Jay was at the door, waiting for her reply.
She poked her head out from the bathroom, and Jay couldn't help but notice she wore nothing but a towel. She smirked.
"Forget my weakness so soon Jay?" She teased, walking back into the bathroom. Jay laughed lightly. She was testing him, seeing if he remembered all she told him at the stupid speed dating session.
Well, he would show her. One Reese Peanut Butter Cup Bar coming straight up!
Jay shut the door and turned the corner to where the vending machines were situated. There was a large muscled man standing staring balefully at a snickers bar. Jay felt a glimmer of recognition, but couldn't place where he might have seen the buff man.
"Did it eat your money?" Jay asked sympathetically. The man nodded at him, and Jay was struck by the familiarity of his brown eyes and tanned skin.
"Yeah, and it was my last dollar. Oh well." He muttered, going to turn to leave.
"Wait, I have a couple bucks, here have one." Jay tossed a dollar at him, surprised at the quick reflexes the man showed by catching it with his left hand.
"Lefty?" Jay wondered. The man grinned.
"Ambidextrous." He clarified. "Thanks man."
Jay nodded, watching the man walk away. He couldn't place the face, but something screamed at Jay that he knew him. Jay shrugged, and quickly purchased some chocolate bars and waters.
It was only when he reached the door to Theresa and his room when he realized he had forgotten the Reese. He bolted back to the vending machines, not wanting to disappoint Theresa.
"Theresa, I'm back." Jay called, a bit out of breath from his sprint to the vending machines. Theresa walked out, a towel on her head and large flannel pajama bottoms on. Jay snickered. (A/N: I got SO sidetracked here, I wanted Elvis PJ pants, so I went to EBay for like 3 hours lol)
"Nice Elvis pants. You know, it really destroys a guy if you have a man already on your pants." Jay teased.
"Oh shush. He's dead. And where's my Reese's?" Theresa wondered. Jay grinned and held them out to her…but when she went to snatch them he pulled them away.
"Oh what do I have to do, beg you or something?" Theresa said exasperated.
"Close. You have to sing for me. You said you would." Jay reminded her.
Theresa's face flushed. "I can't Jay. I don't sing for anyone and-" Jay cut her off.
"But you said you would sing for me. Please Theresa? I bet you are wonderful."
Theresa breathed deeply. She did trust Jay, more than she had ever trusted anyone. And she had only known him a day and a half. If Alex would have been here, she would have been telling her she was in deep. But Alex wasn't here. And common sense had fled her when she had agreed on leaving Europe with a man she had just met.
"Okay. I will sing for you. But you aren't allowed to laugh. And you better give me my Reese when I am done. And I am only singing a verse or two." Theresa declared. Jay turned stone serious and crossed his heart with his finger. Theresa burst out laughing.
At least her nerves were gone. Steadying her breath, Theresa started softly.
And anger plays on every station
Answers only make more questions
I need something to believe in
Breathe in sanctuary in the
Jay watched the way she closed her beautiful emerald eyes, the song growing louder. She was amazing when she sang. Jay could barely hear her quiet voice, but he didn't want to rush her. But the way she sang, just the way she looked, her very presence changed. It was like, every ounce of worry and stress melted from her shoulders, and with it, so did Jay's.
Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
Jay felt his mouth drop open as her quiet voice finally reached his ears. It was possibly the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Did this woman have any flaw? And she wouldn't sing for anyone. Jay thought he knew the reason why; people would chase her their entire lives, only to hear the angel's song again. And yet, it was such a shame not to grace the world with such otherworldly music.
It was only when she let the tune drift off that Jay came out of his stupor and realized what the song lyrics had said. He felt himself flush as he watched the woman in front of him. She was looking at the floor, her face red.
"Are you an angel?" Jay muttered, not intending her to actually hear him. But Theresa looked up and glared at him.
"Please do not say my butt is out of this world. I thought we had established that I hated cheesy pick up lines."
Jay laughed, "No, I was just muttering to myself. And you thought you couldn't sing. Wow! You are amazing. No… even better than that. Seriously, we could put you on a stage and make you bigger than…" Jay paused, a thoughtful expression on his face, "Well, bigger than whoever is big now!"
Theresa rolled her eyes, but when Jay pulled out the desired chocolate bar from under his pillow she grinned.
"Here you go, as promised. But you really are amazing you know. Did you ever take lessons?" Jay asked, giving her the chocolate.
"Well, before my mom died, she used to sing for me, and she taught other kids how to sing properly, but I wouldn't sing for her. She hated that. I told you I didn't sing for anybody But I wish I would have sung for her, just once." Theresa said wistfully. Jay swallowed; he was the only person in the world who had ever heard the angel's song.
"I'm sure she heard you just now. And she would be very proud, trust me." Jay leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Now goodnight Theresa."
He tucked himself into his private queen bed and heard the rustling of Theresa in the bed opposite the room. Jay cursed the hotel manager for not having only one room available with a single bed. Isn't that what was supposed to happen in movies and such?
Jay sighed, and rolled over. Too bad life wasn't like the movies.
xxx…What Would Morning Taste Like With You? …xxx
Jay awoke to the darkness and an insistent tapping on his shoulder. For a brief moment he had a horrible feeling he had dreamed the trip to New Olympia, and Theresa. He sat straight up, but when he saw the disheveled woman at the side of his bed, he calmed. Her hair was sticking up, her eyes were blurry, and she was wearing the most horrendous grey T-shirt he had ever seen. And yet, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever had the chance to come across.
"Jay?!" She whispered frantically. "I'm scared. I couldn't sleep, so I was watching the news, and apparently, there is a serial killer out there."
Jay was instantly awake, "A serial killer! In New Olympia?"
She blushed lightly, "Well actually, it's in Brazil."
Jay chuckled, "Uhh, Theresa, we are nowhere near Brazil."
"I know. But it's a serial killer. That's serious. See what I am saying here."
Jay rolled his eyes and motioned for Theresa to sit on the edge of his bed. She sat willingly, her eyes wide.
"Theresa, did I ever mention that I know how to use any weapon you can throw at me? If you're frightened, there is a small camping knife in the pocket of my suitcase."
Theresa instantly looked reproachful, "And why are you carrying around a knife?"
"In case we go camping…" Jay replied incredulously. "Now I am going back to sleep."
Theresa groaned and walked over to her side of the room, re-entering her bed with a small whimper. Jay sighed.
"Theresa, come back."
She was instantly there, watching him with delighted eyes.
"Are you going to stay up with me?" She wondered. Jay laughed.
"Not a chance. I like my sleep. But you are welcome to sleep with me if it makes you feel safer."
Theresa bit her luscious lip, debating for a moment. Jay repressed the urge to scream at her for looking so damn tantalizing. He didn't want her to think he was the serial killer of some stupid thing.
She nodded once to herself, as if deciding some life ending matter and slipped into bed, sliding closer to the warmth of Jay's body.
"You're cold!" Jay yelped as she rested her bare foot on his leg.
"Yeah, and you're warm. Hold still please." Theresa commanded, slipping her feet under his legs and leaning her face to rest beside his shoulder. Jay tried to ignore her freezing toes buried under his calf, but it proved harder than expected. Soon he was squirming, trying to warm his frozen leg.
"Uhh, you're useless." Theresa teased, rolling over and facing her back to Jay.
"Hey watch it. You're in my bed, remember." Jay warned jokingly. Their playful banter soon fell silent and Theresa breathed deeply. Jay moved closer and laid his arm around her still form.
"I won't let any crazed psychopaths hurt you Theresa." He promised, kissing her light ginger hair softly.
xxx…And I Hope This Song Will Guide You Home …xxx