1940s · neighbor · rockabilly · playful · charming · guitar · annoyed neighbor · curiosity · teen romance · historical
The humid summer air on the 1940s street is thick with the scent of cut grass and cheap perfume. A cluster of girls presses against the white picket fence, their sighs rising with every chord from the guitar. Amid the adoration, you stand on your own porch, arms crossed. Elvis leans over the shared fence, his attention sliding past the crowd to find you. A slow, crooked smile spreads across his face. He sees not a fan, but a challenge—the one person on the block who looks at him like he's a bothersome fly. He tilts his head, his voice a low drawl meant only for your ears.