Stay | Eminem

Chapter 6

As we headed to the elevator, we both carefully checked the environment in hope that nobody saw us leaving. I was still quite insecure about my decision to leave with him. He looked like he needed comfort and the party like this is definitely not the place where he can get it. It's not like I would let that bother me, only reason I decided to go was that I didn't feel like partying either. Exactly. He's nothing to me, I'm doing this for myself. Well, I could've just go home if I didn't feel like staying instead going somewhere with a stranger. I barely know the guy, I can't trust him just yet.

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, we were placed in the dark familiar hallway. Here I am, back at this place. He unlooked the door and stepped into suite. He didn't bother to turn the light on but as soon as I joined him, I realized that it looks mostly the same as it looked like the last time I've been here. Just a bit messier, not dirtier though, just messier. The only light in the suite was the dim one from the bathroom which reveled us in comfortable darkness. I followed behind him as he sat at the edge of the couch with legs completely spread but still leaving a space next to him. I nervously sat there. Quietly, he kept staring at the same spot above the TV monitor. He looked so peaceful that it made me feel uncomfortable. This is not the same person that yelled in my face only a couple of minutes ago. Zoned out, he probably haven't noticed me staring at him so I cleared my throat to catch his attention. He yanked slightly and looked in my direction.

"Look, if you want to be alone, I'm completely fine to go." I assured him.

"No. Stay." As soon as he said that, his eyes left mine. Does he really want me to stay? I couldn't help but to feel slightly happy. My lips turned into a tight smile. His voice was honest and his eyes looked at me in hope. Why did I suddenly get the urge to make this guy happy? One word. That's all it took to make my heart beat faster. I bit my lip and nodded.

"Okay." I whispered. The next few minutes were followed by comfortable silence until he deeply sighed and rubbed his temples in frustration. "Wanna talk about it?" I asked quietly. "I promise, I'm gonna keep my mouth shut."

"Nah man, it's fine. I just wanna, you know... sit like this for a while." He said and I totally understood him. Being famous probably doesn't leave you much time to just sit and think and that's something every person needs. He looks... tired. Well, that's not strange. I wonder if he ever has time for himself. My thoughts were interrupted with Marshall jumping out of the couch in rush. He grabbed a notepad from the table and scribbled something down. After he was done, he put it aside and comfortably leaned back again.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"Uh, just a rhyme pop in my head so I gotta write it down cause uh, you know, don't wanna forget it." I nodded.

"Can I maybe see it?" He took a while to respond.

"No offense man but you know, it ain't workin' like that. I don't like people reading my shit before I put 'em out."

"That's okay, none taken anyway." I tightly smiled.

"Yeah, sorry for uh, you know, how I acted down there." He muttered and that actually brought bigger smile on my face.

"It's fine, don't worry. We ended pretty bad last time we saw each other." I assured him and he nodded. Then he yawned cutely and I chuckled. He did have adorable cheeks and pointy nose. "Are you tired?" I asked.

"Yeah, can't wait to be home tomorrow with my baby." That made me smile. He sounded exactly like my Dad. The love in his eyes, the happiness in his voice... Everything was in place. He was a proud father and he talked about his daughter just how my father used to talk about me. I didn't even realize that a small tear dropped from my left eye until I felt it on my cheek.