Rookie (Eminem Fanfic)

Going Through Changes

Nevaeh was up and walking around the suite in her nightgown. I put Sponge Bob on the TV as I got her dressed and did her hair. I had sent my sister Kyra to run out to grab some McDonald's and Nevaeh was so excited when she returned with her happy meal. We sat together at the table to eat lunch and when Nevaeh was finished, she ran off to play with her Kung Fu Panda toy.

"You talk to mom lately?" Kyra asked me.

"She called a few days ago asking for money. I didn't give her any though. I make sure she has enough to eat and that's more than she ever did for us." I told her as I gathered all our trash and discarded it. I then sat back down at the table. "So, I wanna tell you about something. Nobody knows this."

"Yeah?" She leaned in smiling.

"I've been talking to Marshall Mathers." I squinted my eyes waiting for her reaction.

"Eminem?" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, I call him Marshall though. Only for like, a little over a week, but we talk almost every day."

Kyra just nodded her head in acceptance. "You guys do anything yet?"

"I just made out with him the night before we left LA and I had phone sex with him the other night when I got back from the club."

We both laughed. "That's hot!" She told me.

"I know, it was so sexy." We continued to giggle.

"Think it will go anywhere?"

"I don't know. We have a serious distance problem and with both of our careers we're always traveling. But, at the end of the day, we seem to have some sort of connection."

It felt good to tell my sister that I was talking to someone again. And that it was none other than Eminem. I am extremely close to my sister. She has always been supportive through my divorce with Antonio and I know she sincerely wants to see me happy.

I grabbed a shower and put on a T-shirt and joggers before a car was waiting out back to take me to do the interview. Kyra and Nevaeh would be staying back at the hotel. Queen and Holly were waiting in the car as DJ Queen was being interviewed along with me. I got in and slurped the remainder of my chocolate shake.

"What are you going to tell them when they bring up your mother? Because I'm sure they will. Gonna say "no comment"?" Holly asked.

"I'm just going to tell the truth but keep it short."

"Yuh doh owe dem anyting." Queen replied.

"I know, but I'm just going to answer the questions and be honest." I told them.

We got to the location and did the interview which went fine. This is Japan, it's not like it's Letterman or Jimmy Fallon. The topic of my mother's troubles did come up and I gave simple, sweet answers, no details.

"Yuh have a nice time wit Macy?" Queen asked afterward while we were sitting in the green room.

"It was alright."

"Dat gyal is sicknen. She been wit tre different men since we been here." Queen told me. "She a bad ting. She need anuddah trip to rehab."

"Oh, that reminds me!" I dug into my bag and pulled out 2 different bags with 2 different types of weed in them. "You can have this." I handed them to Queen.

"Yuh not smokin no more?"

"No, I'm gonna take a break for a while."

"What brought dis on?"

"Just a little experiment." I explained.

The car picked us up and took us straight to the venue. Tonight, for the show I was wearing ripped jeans and a white tank top with a leather jacket. They straightened my hair and applied bright red lipstick. I felt a little daring, so I took a pic and sent a text that read "Miss U!" to Marshall. It was the middle of the night in Detroit, but he would have something nice to wake up to...if he wasn't out bangin some chick. I honestly had not occurred to me before. The thought made me uneasy.