Elvis's Story

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Elvis was excited. You could tell by the way he couldn't sit still in his seat, alternating between shifting his feet from side to side beneath the table, and twisting to look around the cafe, then twisting back when he realised he was looking at the door to the cafe bathrooms rather than the entrance. You could also tell Elvis was excited by the way he kept turning to his non-earth born comrades and saying, "I'm excited."

Beneath the excitement was nerves. What if the humans didn't like him? What if he wasn't nice enough for them? A pale hand reached up to smooth down his hair. Again. Then fell to the table and picked up a large spoon in an attempt to check his reflection. He put it quickly down again when the sight of his enlarged nose made him almost cry. It was the curve of the spoon, not his actual human nose. Right?

"What if they don't like m-... you? What if they don't like you?" Elvis replies to the drooling alien at his side. He'd almost slipped up and asked 'what if they don't like me?' but the thought was scary, and so Elvis focused on the tall and short aliens with him. He liked that they were all different sizes. Ashe was tiny, Neptune was big, and Elvis was nicely in the middle. He'd read one human story about a blonde girl breaking into a home of some hairy animals. She'd like the middle bear the best. Right?

Elvis frowned as he tried to recall the story. Or had Goldilocks preferred the littlest bear? That couldn't be right... Elvis nervously glanced at Ashe, shifting in his seat again. Ashe was so cute, and maybe Elvis was too big and ugly, and his nose was huge! He knew it was because the spoon had showed him.

"Maybe we shouldn't meet them." He whispered to the spoon, having picked it up again to inspect his nose. It was fine, he told himself as he touched the tip with his finger. Small and button and cute.

Elvis put the spoon down and turned to check that the humans hadn't arrived yet, then twisted back in his seat when he realised he was eyeing up the men's bathroom again.

"Did you bring earth money?" He asks the other aliens, leaning in because he meant to whisper, but then forgot to lower his voice and ended up talking normally anyway. Elvis leans back and balls his hands into fists, placing them on his thighs as his legs jiggle beneath the table.

"I'm excited." He adds a second later, grin growing as he momentarily forgets to worry about his oversized nose and un-cute body size. He holds onto one comforting fact as he waits, at least he's not drooling.

It was The Loud One who arrived first, candy floss hair an eye catcher. Elvis thought it was a cute colour, bright and pretty, and it would make flushing cheeks stand out cutely. He smiled in welcome as she spoke her name, his lips stretching wider and his eyes glistening as the words he lived for left her mouth,

"You're even cuter in person!"

Elvis felt his heart stutter, his palms start to sweat, knees weak, arms are heavy... this was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for, to hear those words come from the lips of a human in a sincere compliment. He felt his cheeks flushing - the warm heat a curious and perhaps startling new discovery. Why did his skin turn hot so easily? Why was this heat appearing in his face? Pale hands came up to press against pink cheeks, and Elvis quickly turned with concern towards Neptune and Ashe, as if they might be able to explain to him why his body kept changing in such bizarre ways.

It was only then that Elvis realised two more humans were joining their table. There was the other pink haired girl joined by a brunette. Both were cute, and the bright smile on Elvis' face from a second ago quickly fell first into a frown, and then into something that threatened tears. He felt so stupid with his white hair, when he should have had blubbly pink, or even soft brown. How was he to know humans like those colours better?

Elvis tried to keep the tears at bay, and perhaps they might have fallen if those magical words hadn't sounded again,

"This cutie has to be Elvis..."

His frown evaporated instantly and a bright smile split his face, cheeks once again heating up at the compliment (he would really have to figure that out later. Was he sick?)

"Hello" He greeted all three female humans, a wave of his hand joining the grin on his face. Except, that smile faltered slightly at Shea's greeting - or rather lack of greeting. She hadn't called him cute, she hadn't even looked at him. She hated him. It was plain as day. He was going to cry, again.

Except then a laugh bubbled from his lips at Ashe acting as Neptune, and then laughed some more as Neptune pretended to be Ashe. He wanted to join, but he couldn't very well pretend to be Ashe or Neptune now. Looks like he'd have to be Elvis.

"I didn't bring any ray-bies." Elvis admitted, shifting guiltily in his chair, "What is that? Do you need it for hot chocolates?"

Speaking of hot chocolates, Elvis had barely had time to look at the menu. Now, he glanced down at it and felt his belly rumble at the sight of the 'Lunar marshmellow-tastic rocket chocolate drink', which claimed to come with it's own toy rocket. Elvis would get that. He was certain.

Elvis didn't realise, he was looking at the kids menu.

Like a child denied their favourite lolly, tears pricked at the corners of Elvis's eyes. His lips wobbled and his cheeks flushed as tears began to drop down his cheeks. He had thought his words and mere presence would be enough to keep the cold human with the group, his cuteness proof enough that he and his friends were worthwhile... But now he's been proven wrong, and knows for sure that his cuteness may not suit everyone.

Elvis glances back to the table again, as if anyone there might comfort him or help. Yet, all the humans appeared to be glad that Ice was leaving their party, their remarks anything but regretful to see the male human go. Elvis wasn't sure Neptune or Ashe would be much more help either.

Desperate, he took another step towards Ice, not entirely sure why he was risking more tears by following the young man with such a biting tongue.

"But... " Elvis starts, before hearing Ice mentioning aliens. Ice liked aliens? Elvis was an alien! But Elvis wasn't meant to reveal as much to the humans, they had all agreed. And yet... Elvis didn't like being disliked, plus he was partially desperate to make Ice stay and make Ice like him. So, before he or his alien friends could stop him, words started to spill from Elvis's mouth,

"I'm an alien, you can study me! " Elvis once again took a step after Ice, his voice louder than anticipated and able to clearly reach the table he had so recently vacated. Not that he gave them a thought as he desperately attempted to make Ice stay. He even ignored the whispering group of girls who had heard his declaration and were calling him a weirdo behind their hands. Not all that subtly.

Weirdo was just another word for cute, right?

Elvis was not sure how he might go about proving he was an alien aside from offering his word that he was born in another galaxy. If he took off his human disguise the humans might not find him cute. Even though he had been frequently assured on his home planet that he was simply adorable... Or at least a word he's sure equals the human word adorable. But one could never be too sure with how cuteness translated to other species.

So he would have to offer his word instead and hope that was enough.