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Please can you write a little longer fanfiction about the reader being new at Humes high school and the teacher gives Elvis the task to show her around on the school and they develop a romance❤
—Someday, We’ll be together—
Summary: Reader just moved to Tupelo, and not so familiar with this foreign place. Elvis, volunteering, helps you know better of his home town.
Author’s note: hello, my regular customer. I swear, you gon be family to the shop soon 😭.This is, probably kinda shorter than what you meant, and if it is. Just tell me and I’ll be happy to write a part two or more! This is so cute, and I could just hug your creative brain, ah!I’m literally so so sorry for letting you wait this long. I swear, I’m probably sick with procrastination… but that’s no excuse. I’m really sorry, hun.
warnings: nothing at all, just some fluff and such. Also, I didn’t really uh, do any research so pardon me if some things sound inaccurate with Tupelo or any of that.
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Being the new girl inside a new school and town was making your cheeks dark scarlet enough, but being late on the first day of school is just making your head hot.
Gripping your books to your chest, as the rough corners of the edges nudge into your wrists, you approach to a closed door. The door’s thick, faded brown with a flimsy title mat that reads, “Room 34.” You take a deep breath, fluttering your eyes closed and prepare yourself. Pressing your palm to the cool, rough wood, you push open and hold your breath.
Greeted with a wrinkled, depressed face of the old teacher, Mrs. Rothe. A dark shade of purple that’s displayed on her thin lips, and lines of boredom that’s around her eyes and cheeks. “Class, this is Y/N, Y/L. Please make her feel welcome, for she is new.” She rolls her dull blue eyes, and turns her front to the class. You smile weakly and also turn, gripping the books to your chest tighter with your sweaty palms. Your eyes trail over the groaned and heavy faces of the pupils. Dull, tedious, and bland.
You purse your lips, awkward but expected until your sight catches a bright face. Your eyes trail over his glowing features. His greasy hair, darkish blonde hair that’s molded just right but somewhat floppy over his forehead. A fine nose that’s planted just right in the middle, and compliments his shining blue “windows to the soul.” A bubbly warm feeling erupts into your chest, but you furrow your eyebrows as you see his eyes darting besides you.
“Ms. Y/l/n, ahem. Are you present?” A creaky voice interrupts your observation and you quickly whip your head to Ms. Rothe. She huffs and waves a bone thin arm in the air, “please take a seat.” You nod, and walk down the aisle between students. You can just feel eyes boring into you as you trail down. Finding a dusty old desk next to a wiry figure of a boy, and a neat, straight posture of a girl.
Plopping down, you suddenly frown. Ms. Rothe instructs the class while writing directions on the chalk board, but it’s not even the sound of the scraping chalk against the green material that makes you slightly upset. You realize that you sit behind the handsome boy that you met eyes with. You’ll have to say hi of course, but maybe in a few days. You don’t want to seem too desperate.
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When Mrs. Rothe finally stops talking, the clock ticks and shines for brunch break. You hear the excited and sudden shuffling around you, finally making some type of noise inside the empty classroom. The educator raises a hand up and the class grows silent. You just observe and watch.
“Now, now, before anything. I’d like a show of hands to help guide our newest student Y/N, around the quarters.” She croaks out tiredly and over it. You can’t help but bury your face into your palms and softly groan in embarrassment.
Silence. “Anyone?” Mrs. Rothe scoffs out, looking around the classroom to find no limbs or arms up with enthusiasm. You finally pull your face out of your hands and watch along the class to also find that too.
Until a slim, long arm raises up high and mighty, your eyes fixated on the features of the simple arm. “Here, ah’d be more than happy to help out Ms. Y/l/n.” A smooth as honey, southern drawl speaks out. Your eyes widen at the way his accent makes your last name sound, and you feel warmth upon your cheeks.
Your eyes find in meet with his. The same eyes from just earlier, that’s bright and smiling. Not only does his toothy grin spread wide and gorgeous, but the way his eyes light up with just welcoming joy.
“Ah, of course, Elvis, please and thank you, lead her along and show her what’s our daily routine.” Mrs. Rothe sighs out and you can hear the tease and snickers of the other students. “Teacher’s pet” and such being thrown around as the class rushes out.
When the class is finally out on the grass of the play and break field, the eager “tourist” pops up and approaches you. His broad shoulders, and tall frame catch you off guard a bit, but you regain consciousness.
”well, c’mon now, I’ll show ya around.” He smiles and hums and turns his back. But then he immediately halts and looks back at you. “Sorry, mah bad, I’m Elvis Presley.” He blurts out, slightly embarrassed on his small mistake. He brings out his hand and you smile. You take it and both hands interact with a gingerly firm shake.
“Uh once again, I’m Y/N and as you already know I’m new here.” You smile and giggle quietly. He nods and smiles, those round apple cheeks on those high cheekbones are displayed once again, “well, now that we got that outta the way. W-Wanna tour now?” He stammers out, and you can tell that he’s a bit of shy one on the outside. Probably a loud little ball of trouble behind closed doors.
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The day lingers by, completely different from what you expected. You weren’t alone or isolated awkwardly in any way, instead being greeted so sweetly. You now know where all the bathrooms are, and which water fountain is the best to use. Elvis showed you around real good and you’re surprised that he doesn’t charge you for the tour.
Lunch time rings around and here you were being guided with gentle interlocked hands, through the field. He walks ahead, searching just carefully for his spot. He nearly walks so fast that you can’t keep up.
Finally finding your place beneath a rusty, creaky metal bench. Sitting beneath the rails of rows of seats, and he finally draws out a long huff. “This is my favorite spot.” He smiles out, before ruffling through his lunch box. Elvis then pauses and furrows his eyebrows when you sit besides him empty handed, and timid.
“Uh, did you forget your lunch, y/n?” He frowns and glanced at your empty lap and your embarrassed frown. You only drop your head and clear your throat, clearly not wanting to say anything to make you seem anything less of middle class.
Elvis quickly nudges you softly with his elbow to yours, and pulls out a sandwich wrapped perfectly in yesterday’s newspaper. “Here, c’mon, have some of mine.” He hums out without any hesitation. Before you can even open your lips to protest, he shakes his head and unwraps his sandwich from the wrapping. “It’s peanut budder and jelly, mah favorite.”
He places half of the sweet bread into your palms and smiles over to you, “go on now, c’mon, you can’t just leave some good food on your hands now, will ya?” He smiles out dorkyly, making you giggle and shake your head.
“No, no, of course not.” You snicker and quickly take ahold of your bread and press them to your lips. “Thank you, Elvis.” You smile out and smoothly scoot over to him, chewing on your half of bread.
From just that moment, he knew. From just watching your nervous and unconfident smile earlier in class, and now here with a cute nerdy smile on your lips.
Someday, we’ll be together.
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Author’s note: it’s finally out…yup! I know it’s probably not really him, because I’d feel he’d be more shy but honestly I felt so so bad for letting you wait hella long.
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