Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

I Don't Have Those Types of Feelings

Ramona POV

"Moe don't say that. Don't leave. Things are about to get real with the pregnancy and I like having you here with me. You're safer here in my home. Everything is going to work out just as it's supposed to." Marshall sat on the bed next to me.

"I'm an imposition to you and your family Marshall. They hate me." I managed through teary eyes.

"They were just surprised. The girls will come around; you'll see. And anyway, it was my fault for not giving them more of a warning. You're pregnant with my child, so you're part of my family too now."

"Really?" I let out an unexpected giggle.

A hint of a smile was on Marshall's lips, "Yeah, I mean, I care about you Moe. I want the best for you."

He leaned forward to gently kiss my cheek.

I couldn't stop smiling, "I knew it."

"What's that?"

"I knew that our feelings for each other could grow."

A troubled look appeared on Marshall's face when I said that, so I started blabbering nervously to persuade him that there was a chance for us.

"Marshall, I've told you things that I've never told anyone before, and I've seen you at your most vulnerable moments too. Every time we talk, I feel a little closer to you. Don't you feel that way at all?"

Disappointment took over Marshall's face before he started for the door. I took my last chance to convince him that our relationship was blossoming into something more.

"That kiss the other night was magic! And I know you felt it too!" I yelled before he could exit. "Can't we just, give "us" a chance?"

Marshall gave me a sullen stare before he left my room, "I'm sorry I gave you the wrong impression Moe. I just don't have those types of feelings for you."

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Marshall stopped coming in my room to check on me after that night. He would still bring hot food up to me sometimes, but he wouldn't stay to talk like he used to and the few interactions we did have were very brief with no emotion whatsoever.

I regretted telling Marshall those things. I suppose I read too much into his kindness because I was so love starved. I yearned for the feeling of acceptance, and I didn't understand why Marshall kissed me if he doesn't look at me like that at all. It was just one more thing in my life that didn't make any sense.

Marshall POV

I spent the entire next week in the studio. I would get up mad early to work out and usually stare at Ramona still sleeping for a few seconds before taking my shower. When I brought her food while she was awake, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I couldn't face Moe after that conversation we had the other night. It made it awkward.

I buried myself in work, and since both Fifty and Dre were in town for a while, we were in the studio together every day. Luckily, it kept my mind off everything going on at home with Moe.

Dre and I in the studio was just like old times. Slim Shady was back!

Every time I had a sliver of a memory of the other night with Ramona, I'd write some lyrics, or listen to a beat, or clown around with the other guys in the studio. I couldn't afford to get swept up in this "love" bullshit right now. I had more important things going on.

Dre, Fifty, and I took turns each doing our verse to Crack a Bottle and were chillin in the studio. It felt good to be back!

"So, Marshall, how's it feel to be six months sober man?" Fifty asked as he leaned back in his chair.

"Now that I'm really in it, it's the fucking most amazing thing I've ever done. I see clearer, I remember things. I was telling Hailie the other day that I want to take them on vacation probably in the springtime." My eye unwillingly twitched, "Speaking of kids dawg, I'm having another one."

"What?! You're having another baby?" Dre shot around in his chair.

Fifty laughed, "What the fuck are you doing Marshall? It's not with Kim, right?"

"Fuck no, it ain't Kim. Just this girl I was messin wit a couple weeks before I got sober."

"So, you used to get fucked up with her?" Fifty wanted to know.

"Nah, she actually persuaded me to get clean! Look, why is it such a big fuckin deal who she is anyway? You two got like ten kids between the two of you." I nodded at both of my homies. "You both got different baby moms. Why can't I do it too?"

Dre spoke up for this one, "Marshall, you're not your average cat. You tend to get intense when you're fuckin with a chick. You get all jealous and paranoid. Not to mention you're still obsessed with your ex."

"I just fucking turned Kim down the other night!"

"Ok, and how many tracks do you talk about her on?!" Dre yelled back.

"Plus, you just got over this addiction thing." Fifty uttered and we all just sat there in silence for a moment. "So, is she your girl? Like, are you gonna be wit her?"

"I don't know. She wants to be. But like you said, I just got sober. I don't know if she's the type of girl I could actually BE with." I sighed, "Whatever, let's stop talking about it. I thought maybe you guys would be happy for me or somethin."

"We just want what's best for you man. And ya neva know, maybe some new life in your world will be just the motivation you need." Fifty reasoned.

"You'll figure it out man. It'll be aight." Dre swung back around to the dials on the soundboard. "I got another beat for ya."

I glanced at my watch, "Oh shit! I gotta get out of here, I wanna pick up this shit I ordered for Moe before they close."