Planned

Prolouge.

Shelby

I guess everyone's dream in the 1950's were to be Elvis Presley's girl. Not mine. I just wanted to stop hearing the name and seeing the face.

The only problem with trying to get rid of him, were my brother and my sister. They adored him like he were some kind of idol. Wrong. He's a teenager trapped in a young adult's body. I'm pretty sure the man just wants a break. Especially from my sister.

"Can you get enough?" I walked into my sisters room to see her putting more posters of the "King" on her wall.

"There is no such thang as enough of Elvis."

Did I mention we're southern? Born and raised in the great state of Arkansas. I'm proud to be an Arkansan. A, it's away from all of the "Elvis" mess. B, it's the country life so who wouldn't love it? And finally, it's away from Elvis Presley. Oops, did I already say that?

If you can't tell, I'm not such a huge fan of the man. He's got a good voice, don't get me wrong, I'm just tired of seeing his face and voice everywhere. The news, newspapers, radios, my sisters walls. He's everywhere I turn! Honestly, I just can't obsess over something I will never meet.

For example, food. I meet that every single day. So what do I do? I obsess over food.

Beyond the hatred and disgust I have for the man, there's a twenty-year-old who still lives at home because work isn't big right now and a heart that just wants to be loved.

Now you're up to date on my life but, here's were the story begins..

Elvis Presley's mom, Gladys, and my mom, Rebecca, know each other. Some how, some way, school brought them together. Before she passed away, Gladys told my mom about how Elvis was lonely and how he just needed a true friend. Since she was only getting worse, she wanted my mom to get me or my sister just to talk with him. My mom wasn't about to mention Paige, my older sister, because well, she crazy. So my mom promised to get Elvis and myself together. Literally together.

This is where you say, "Woah, Shelby, is this why you hate Elvis?" Absolutely not. I'm just a tad bit more mad about life.

This is as much as my mom has told me. All I know is I have a date, at my house, tomorrow, with Elvis Presley.