Rookie (Eminem Fanfic)

We Straight?

Marshall's gift made me laugh. Only he could think of something so silly and stupid to put on a balloon. I'm still pissed though. I'm not letting him off the hook that easily. I thanked Joe the doorman and took my teddy bear to my bedroom. There was a note attached which I quickly read before getting back to my company. It read:

Hey baby,

I love you so much, I wish you would answer your phone. You're my one and only, give me a call and we'll talk about it. I would never let anyone come in between us.

Love, M

I took out my phone and text him back and then quickly turned it off again.

R: I love the way you lie!

I wanted to believe every word Marshall wrote, but I don't trust anyone. I was afraid he was going to lie to me plus, I still want him to sweat it out. He can't just record with attractive females, not tell me about it, and act like it's no big deal. I re-entered the dining room to enjoy my Sunday meal with my family and friends.

(Marshall POV)

"What the fuck?!"

I threw my phone on the couch of my hotel room when she didn't answer, yet again. So, she found out that I was recording with Skylar back in Detroit. Big fucking deal, there's nothing between Skylar and me. That's why I didn't go out of my way to mention it to Ray, I knew she wouldn't like it. How the fuck did she even find out anyway?

"Marshall, you gotta quit worrying about this girl, she'll call. You need to concentrate on the show tonight." Paul said.

"How does she even know that Skylar was there? The kids were at the house that day, but they wouldn't say anything." I was stumped for a moment. "Kim!" I yelled as I yanked my phone off the couch to dial her up.

"What does Kim have to do with this?" Paul asked me.

"Kim came down to the studio when she picked up the girls." I said as it began to ring. "Bitch probably used it to start trouble with me and Ray."

Kim answered on the first ring.

"Yes Marshall? So nice of you to call me all the way from Europe."

"Kim, you startin trouble? You saw me in the studio with Skylar, suddenly my girl won't talk to me."

"Who's your girl? You know I lose track of all your little whores."

"Shut the fuck up! You know exactly who I'm talkin about! Ray! My girl! The one I love!"

Kim cackled into the phone, "Seriously? The one with the crackhead mom? The one who had a pathetic marriage spill all over the news?"

"Uh, yeah, sounds fuckin familiar don't it? That's probably why we get along so well and you're jealous."

Dumb bitch don't even remember where the fuck she came from.

"You better make this right again Kim. Stay the fuck away from Ray! Don't talk to her, don't look at her, I don't want you to even think about her!"

I hung up the phone. That's just like Kim. Always playing games, always so immature. I quickly told Paul what I wanted arranged to show up at Ray's house tomorrow before I started getting ready for the show. RayLynn's not just some ordinary chick, you gotta impress her a bit. And I have a funny feeling Ray has never been treated the way she truly deserves to be treated.

(RayLynn POV)

The next day, the doorbell woke me out of a dead sleep, and I glanced at the alarm clock across the room. 7 AM Who can that be? I wasn't expecting anyone. I put my robe on to get the door, uneasy to see anyone before I even brushed my teeth. Joe the doorman was there with a beautiful bouquet of roses. I thanked him and placed them on the table. I had to finally call Marshall, but I chose to get myself together first. Nevaeh was still asleep, so I got a shower, shaved and did my hair. 8 AM rolled around as the doorbell rang again.

"Someone misses you." Poor Joe said as he handed me another bouquet, this one was sunflowers.

I laughed at Marshall's persistence and suddenly got hit with lyrics. I sat on the couch scribbling lyrics for a few minutes before little Miss Nevaeh made her entrance. She came over to lay with me on the couch.

"Where did we get the pretty flowers?" She wanted to know.

"Oh, those are from Marshall. He just wants me to have a good day." I replied.

"I want him to come back to our house and stay." My little daughter told me.

"I know honey. He will soon." I didn't know what else to tell her.

I helped her get dressed and made her a scrambled egg before the doorbell rang once more. This time it was for Nevaeh. It was a stuffed baby panda bear holding a rose. She was so excited.

"Looks like I'm not the only one getting flowers today." I told her as I handed her the panda.

"Marshall got a flower for me too?! I never got flowers before!" Nevaeh squealed as she did that jumping up and down thing that little kids do when they're excited.

I left Nevaeh downstairs with Kyra watching a movie and went 2 flights upstairs to my bedroom and outside to the terrace. I was nervous to phone Marshall. What if he's been playing me this whole time? What if he's hooking up with groupies right now in Europe? It was now or never. I took a deep breath, looked up to the sky, and dialed his number.

"Jesus Christ, you finally call me." Marshall answered.

"Yeah. Thanks for all my flowers and my balloon. That was funny."

There was a silence in our conversation and we just stared at each other through the FaceTime.

"I miss you Ray." He told me.

I just sighed and remained silent.

"What don't you want to talk to me anymore? You don't love me? Cuz of some bullshit my ex said to you?" He asked.

"Marshall, of course I still love you. I don't appreciate you keeping it a secret from me that you're recording, at your home, alone, with some hot chick. Maybe I'm being petty, but it's bullshit that Kim knows Skylar was at your house and I'm left in the dark."

"I really didn't think it was that big of a deal. That's why I didn't tell you about it."

"Of course, you didn't. That's what's wrong with men you just don't think!" I yelled at him. I took a breath and lowered my voice. "Marshall, how would you feel if I was hanging out with Drake or T.I. at my place, alone, and didn't bother to tell you about it?"

"Yo, that'd be fucked up!" Marshall cut in.

"Exactly, you'd feel some type of way! And then it's none other than your ex who tells me about it. I feel fucking stupid!"

"Babe, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to get this upset. Skylar has a boyfriend and all I did was talk about how much I missed you the entire time, for real."

I stayed calm and sincerely questioned Marshall, "Baby, do you still want to be with me?"

"Of course I do! Why ya think I've been calling you nonstop for 2 days?" He smiled. "Sending you flowers and shit."

"Ok, alright. I forgive you and we can move from on from this. I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I'm not just any chick here, so don't fuck with me! I ain't no sucker, I ain't no silly groupie." I told him.

"Ray, I'm sorry. I will never take you for granted again. We straight?"

I nodded into the phone as I displayed a smile.

Marshall smiled back, "I love you baby."

"I love you too."

I walked back into my bedroom after we hung up. I knew Marshall would be out of the country for three more days, he had one more show to do in Ireland. I set the phone on the dresser to put my hair up in a ponytail and it started to ring again. I glanced at the screen to discover it was my manager.

"Hey, what's up Holly?"

"Thursday afternoon, 4 PM, we have a conference call with Antonio and his lawyers."