Elvis Lives

Chapter 7 - Elvis On And Off The Screen

Warning: This chapter will include spoilers for the movie King Creole. You can watch the full movie on YouTube if you haven't seen it. It's a personal favorite for me. Also, I had to change the year Elvis is from, as well as his age, since it's in March of 1958 that he heads off to the army.

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"Oh my gosh, I just said a few things!"

Elvis and I dumped all the groceries onto the kitchen floor, both of us having guilty expressions. Elvis said before I could, "I'm so sorry, ma'am, this is mostly my doin'. I wanted to try a lot of this stuff since I've never even seen some of these things before."

"Well, I guess it makes sense that you brought home half the store. You both were gone for a good three hours. Some shopping trip."

"We didn't just shop, Mom," I said. "People stopped us right and left, telling Aaron that he looks and sounds like Elvis, and they even took pictures of him and with him. He even sang a couple of times for people. Take a look at this." 

I came up to her and pulled up the video I took of Elvis singing "Too Much." "I was honestly amazed myself."

I played it and watched Mom's reaction to Elvis performing this for all those people. I grinned when I saw her eyes widen and a perplexed expression on her face. "Wow..." she muttered when it was through and she looked up at Elvis. "If we could somehow put the two of you together, you would be exact replicas of each other, and you would sound the same."

"I'm glad that you think so," Elvis said. "I'll help ya both with puttin' all this away. It's my fault that it's here, anyway. Just show me where it all goes."

"Well, thank you," Mom said. "Yes, so to start..."

We all got to putting all the food away, and I put aside the couple of bags that had Elvis's clothes and toiletries in them, like that hair die and shampoo. We had gone back to get soap bars, his own comb, another thing of hair gel since he thought he would go through Jason's quickly, deodorant, cologne, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and a shaver and shaving cream. I blushed the whole time when we had to pick him out underwear. He got a huge kick out of my reaction to that, no matter how hard I tried to hide it. Elvis's jaw had dropped to the floor when he saw the full bill of about $210. To him, I spent an equivalent to $1900. I had to remind him of the inflation thing. We realistically spent around $23 in 1958 cash.

The front door opened and I immediately looked at the clock on the stove. Mom said, "I talked with your dad today. He said he's going to be home early. I also told him about our guest."

"Oh." This should be interesting. Dad would meet him eventually, coming home two hours early or not.

The kitchen clean of groceries, we all saw Dad walk into the kitchen, and he wore his work attire of tan slacks and navy-blue dress shirt. He saw me first. "Hey, Hannah."

"Hi, Dad. You're home early."

"Yeah, after our last meeting, the boss let us go. Good thing, too. I wanted to see this guy your mom was talking about."

Elvis came up to him, hand extended. "It's a pleasure to meet ya, Mr. Collins."

Dad finally noticed him and his green eyes widened, and his white brows rose to his white hair. He took Elvis's hand and shook it while saying, "Wow, you girls weren't joking! He's a carbon copy! And it great to meet you, too, Mr..."

"I told you, honey," Mom put in.

"Right. Aaron Presley. Fancy you having the same middle and last name as that icon."

Mom probably told Dad that our new guest thought he was Elvis, and to call him our name for him, even though it really was his name, minus the first name. Dad seemed to be "going along with it."