After Elvis's death in 2010, the mansion he bought for himself and his family in Graceland became a historical landmark, and now, I was finally able to visit it, after wanting to all my life. I looked up at the looming pillars in the front as I stood at the bottom of the steps, and other people around me, other fans, took pictures. According to our guide, the family didn't live in any of the buildings on the property anymore but visited and stayed for a few days now and then.
"Okay, everyone, let's head on in," said our guide, a woman around forty, and a blonde. I noticed a couple of girls with us had purple streaks in their hair. Just another confirmation that I was there in 1956 and started a trend. I still kept up with the purple, and I was even wearing a 50s style purple dress.
We came into the entryway of the mansion and were immediately faced with a white staircase with gold trim on the railing. We came into the living room of white carpet and sofas, and the blue curtains were pulled back to bring in sunlight. Our guide spoke, but I didn't really pay attention until she said, "And as a surprise to you all, we have some of the family here to meet you."
The whole group became an excited chatter, and I couldn't help but ask her, "Who of the family?"
"There are a couple of his grandchildren here, as well as his son Adam. They are currently in the back. We will make our way out there after we tour the rest of the house."
I had seen pictures of his kids and grandkids, and they all looked similar to him. It made sense. I recalled that genes discussion during Thanksgiving, the one between the Presley men. That was only a memory now.
"No tears," I ordered myself. I promised myself I wouldn't cry on this solo trip, a trip that was a present to myself after graduating high school. Grandma really wanted to go, since it was on her bucket list to visit Graceland, but she had to work and take care of Grandpa.
"Okay, now up the stairs we go," said our guide and I watched as everyone, the group of about a dozen, made their way upstairs. I stayed put. Without anyone seeing, I made my way to the back of the mansion, to the large backyard, wanting a sneak peek at the family. I memorized the layout of the house from a blueprint I looked up online. The summer sun shone down on me as I walked out into the middle of the lawn. There was the other house that was built and was about as big as the mansion. Did Elvis's parents live in that until his mom's death? I read online that her death was easier for him because he claimed that he already knew about it... knew about it from me.
"Elvis, I miss you..." The wind blew my wavy hair that was down. I didn't want to cry, but the tears came, stinging my eyes. I whimpered. "I miss you so much..."
I covered my mouth with my hand so anyone around wouldn't notice me out where I wasn't supposed to be.
I suddenly smelled something in the summer breeze, something not natural. It was cologne. My heart sped up in alarm when I heard footsteps behind me. At least one of the family found me, or maybe it was someone from the group who snuck out as well.
"Excuse me, miss."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be out here, I just, um..."
"You can be out here. I don't see any problem with that."
I recognized that voice. I turned around and let out a loud gasp. Standing there was a guy who looked exactly like Elvis, with the dark hair, pompadour and smirk. His attire was modern, though - jeans, a short-sleeve black t-shirt and white Vans sneakers. "You're..."
He came up to me, that smirk there. "The name's Dylan Presley, miss."
"Dylan?"
"Yes. I'm a grandson. It's nice to meet, ya. Are you apart of the tour group today?"
I stared at his blue eyes, then my gaze roamed all over his face, then at his whole body. My gaze came back to his eyes, eyes too similar to be on a grandson.
"You're... his grandson?"
I saw those eyes start to redden. My own started to sting again, and my whole body pulsed with shock.
"You're not his grandson."
Tears developed in his eyes. Without another thought, I leaped into his arms, almost knocking him over, and I held him as tightly as I could. "Oh my God, Elvis!"
His arms wrapped around me and held me so tight, I could barely breathe. I felt his face in my hair as my lips touched his neck. "Long time no see, Katelyn. I missed ya more than anythin'."
I heaved in a sob and let it out, but from sheer happiness. "How is this possible?!"
"Well, I came here the same way you came to 1956. Plus... I promised you that I would find ya, didn't I?"
I whimpered, recalling that promise. "It really is you!"
He chuckled. "Yeah, it is. I can't tell ya how nice it is to hold you again."
"You're telling me." We stayed in our hold for a minute, my face on his shoulder blade. This feeling was so familiar and warm and one I always wanted to feel. "Oh my gosh, Elvis, I'm so sorry I left. I didn't want to. I just fell asleep and woke up in my bed like I predicted."
"Yeah... we both expected it, but I didn't think it would be while I was gone in Memphis."
"When did you come here?"
"Two months ago. I woke up here, in that mansion and met my future family. You never told me 'bout my future wife Priscilla."
"I guess I never felt the need to. I dropped so many bombs on you back then."
"Yeah, you did. You also warned me. You were right about the time period shock." He pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, a black shiny one. We loosened our hold on each other so I could look at it. "I still haven't gotten used to this thing yet."
I chuckled. "You will. You wanted one after all."
"I did. It's a pretty neat gadget. You know, I have every single one of my hundreds of songs that I sang, or my older self, I guess, the one who's no longer here anymore. Your song's on it, too - 'A Thousand Years'."
"Yeah, that song made it big. Christina Perri ended up singing something else."
"I know. I looked it all up on that internet thing you talked about. It's really impressive. I can look up anythin' I want in seconds. That's how I got all my music, and that's how I downloaded all my films."
"All 104 of them?"
"Yes. Apparently, I did what you said and was in everythin' up to G.I. Blues. All the rest..."
"They were movies that were a lot better than the ones I originally saw you in. Sharon did good things for you until she passed away in 2006."
"That's what I read, too."
"Yeah. But nevermind all that. I've waited two years for this."
He put his phone away and we came very close again. "You have me beat. I woke up here after passin' out in my hotel room after the premier of Loving You."
"I watched a video of you singing that song for me."
"I knew you would somehow see it. I hoped you would. That performance took place only a week before I came here. I guess I just missed you so much that God sent me here. I missed you so much it hurt to breathe sometimes."
"Whether it be God or something else that sent us through time, it doesn't matter." I tightened my hold on him, not wanting to let him go ever again. "You're here."
"I am. We're together."
He kissed my cheek, and I savored the familiar feeling of his lips on my skin and then on my lips. Elvis Presley came to the future after I came back from the past. Not even time could keep apart two people who were meant to be together.
We heard talking from the mansion and unhooked. We looked over and saw my tour group coming out of it. "I think I should say hi, huh?" Elvis asked.
"Yeah."
We walked over to them, hand-in-hand, and I again felt the happiest I could ever feel in my life. Elvis was by my side again, and if he left, I would just have to go back in time and see him again.
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THE END
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