Hey, guys. Ellis here.

Sorry, for the wait people. My main problems were writer's block and my microsoft word stopped working. So, there ya go. On another note, I like to thank the people that reviewed. Cookies for you. On that topic, some of you wondered why you see Alex's thoughts. Answer: She has a diary. Plus, I thought it might be fun and it helps move the story along.

So, without further ado, on to the plot line!

Alex POV:

I was severely pissed that my brothers dared to show Bassy that picture! It was the most embarrassing thing I could ever go through. What the hell were those idiots thinkin'? Were they trying to ruin my life?

"You looked cute in that dress…"

I blushed at that comment before opening the door. Nobody has ever, and I mean EVER, told me I was cute before. And to be honest, it was the nicest thing anyone's ever said me. It made me feel happy for the first time in years. A small smile appeared on my face. Maybe, Bassy's not so bad after all…I opened the door and gestured for him to come in, suddenly feeling very nervous. Why? Well, not only is he the first friend I invited to my house, he's also the first person I ever showed my room to. It's kind of embarrassing havin' a guy in your room.

To simply put, my room consists of one big rectangle and a square forming the shape of an L, with black and red walls. As for the furniture, it basically consists black wooden furniture, which includes a queen sized bed with a red and black comforter in the form of slashes, a dresser with a mirror, a desk in its own little area, a TV stand with an Nintendo 64 and a Playstation, and finally, beside it are two bookshelves filled with games, books, CDs, and VHS tapes (Yeah. Welcome back to the 90s, people). I also have a black stereo system and a record player for all my Elvis records and such…

What! I like Elvis! He was pretty good lookin' back in mama's time, too! My brothers and I will all be dancing around the house just havin' a good time listening to the King. Too bad he had to die in the loo while he was as high as the heavens. Such a sad moment it was, really. Dear Lord, may the King rest in peace in rock'n'roll heaven.

"Umm, Alex? Are you going to be okay? What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Sebastian asked, concerned and very confused looking.

Huh? Did I just that out loud?

"Yes. Yes, you did."

"Oh…"

Awkward turtle.

"So, who is this 'king' you were talking about?"

"Not A king. THE King, Elvis Presley! The King of rock'n'roll!"

"I never heard of him."

I gasped. No! I was shocked! I must be hearing things! There's just no way! My eyes were, practically, about to pop out of my head, staring at him in disbelief! HOW, IN THE LOVE IN ALL THINGS BACON, DOES HE NOT KNOW WHO ELVIS IS!

"HOW, IN THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS BACON, DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO ELVIS IS!" I,practically, screeched at him.

Is this guy even human?

"I'm just saying I never heard of him before that's all… And bacon?"

"Bacon is the living soul of life! Food of the Gods! Sex in your mouth! And, above all, the holiest of all holy objects in this house hold! Nothing can compare to its holy greatness! You are unworthy of its greatness! "

"Uh, Alex, calm down. Just explain to me what you're talking about."

"ELVIS, WHO ELSE AM I TALKING ABOUT!"

"Okay, okay. Chill, girl. I mean, play a song or something from him."

I froze, standing there with this weird look on my face. Oh. Well, in that case… I grinned.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, Bassy. I would've shown ya sooner." I said, suddenly in a better mood as I walked over to my record player.

I started flipping through my record crates till I found the record I'm lookin' for. I took the record out of its sleeve and placed it on my black (duh) record player my brothers gave me for Christmas one year. The Elvis records came later on one of my birthdays. We would always dance to them whenever they were being played. I turned it on and, carefully, set the needle on the record. After a few seconds, the song came on and I couldn't help but start dancing.

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, Cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, Cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine.

When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
You ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine.

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, Cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, Cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine.

I looked over at Bassy, who sat on my bed with his camera in his hand and frowned. Oh, no! You are not sittin' this one out! So, I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him over to dance before he can even complain.

"Relax. Just follow my lead." I said, holding his hands as we danced.

Yes, I held hands with him! How else are you supposed to swing dance? Besides, I'm too happy to care how bad Bassy dances, I'm havin' fun. With a friend! So, don't bug me right now!

When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
You ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine.

Bassy started to pick up the beat right now, and was practically getting the hang of it. When the guitar solo came on, I started play the air guitar. Bassy was getting a pretty good kick out of it, too.

When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
You ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine.

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, Cryin' all the time.
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog, Cryin' all the time.
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit
And you ain't no friend of mine.

After the finish, I quickly grabbed my one of my brothers' old crappy sunglasses and said in my best Elvis impression, "Thank you, thank you very much!"

We both started laughing after as we both fell on my bed. Who knew it was so much fun with a friend! After awhile, our laughter died down and we were both breathing heavily. I started grinning.

"So?" I asked, turning to him.

"So, what?" he asked, still breathing heavily.

"What'cha think of the King?" I asked, anxious to see if I successful converted him as one of us followers of the King.

"You know, you're right. Elvis is pretty good."

I gasped, "pretty good! Man, you have no taste in rock music."

"I do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Name one good rock artist out there. ONE!"

"AC/DC."

"…Ok, I'll admit, that's a really good one."

He smirked, "I told you so."

Soo? How'd I do? PLEASE REVIEW! I give you cookies if you do. BTW, the 20th reviewer gets a special prize, which may or may not include a possible sneak peek of the chapter before it is updated!

On another note, on the 14th I'm on a cruise to Mexico until the 21st, during which I will, probably, not be updating. However, I will try to check in every once in awhile.

Until next time.

Your now favorite little redhead,

Ellis Alpha.

P.S. And yes, I did dye my hair red. But, I'm still blonde on the inside, both thankfully and sadly... cuz I still lose my brain. T-T