My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter thirteen

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Chapter thirteen

The two days pass and I was heading for Detroit. Marshall was excited to be back in his home town. He was also very anxious. Marshall and I shared a cab to the hotel which we were both staying in. But we stayed in different rooms. I felt excited that we were staying in the same hotel together. I tap my fingers nervously against the glass as I look out onto the destroyed and condemned buildings and the people walking around. “Don’t be nervous miss, blessed day to be alive”said the cab driver. I stop tapping on the glass and closed my eyes to think of Wilson. “It’s ok, Natalia” whispered Marshall, he touch my thigh for comfort. “It’s not all bad” he added.

     Marshall walked up to the room with me. “Are you...gonna be ok?” ask Marshall. “I’m not afraid “I said. He smiled slightly; it was weird seeing him smile, since I’m not use to it. “No you’re not” he smiled again. He patted my shoulder and walk to his room. I opened my door and settled in on the couch. The first time in LA with the cab driver was okay, not creepy, but now I’m creep out. I wonder if Wilson is okay. Marshall seems to be warming up to me. But not even to be close. The sky from the couch was a white gray and it gave a depressing feeling to the room. I laid on the couch and began to relax myself. “Natalia?” said a voice. I wasn’t sure who it was. “It’s Marshall” he said. I smiled, and opened the door. “Hey” I said. He wore a white shirt and his black hoodie over his cap. “Hey, listen, it’s an hour before shooting, and I was just wondering would you like to grab something to eat with me?” he asked. I smiled pleasantly, and remembered my vow; it’s something to eat with a co-worker nothing more.

          I grabbed my Newark High School hoodie and pulled it over my V-neck workout t-shirt which I wore with my leggings and boots. “Do you think for a moment Detroit will be intimidated by that shirt?” he said. “Well, LA was intimidated by me and I didn’t wear anything like this” I said. He shook his head and rolled his head. I giggled, “Just stay by me” said Marshall. I grabbed his arm, it was solid and hard almost cold if you will. “Well don’t you think we should stay here and eat something?” I suggested. “What’s wrong, you scared?” said Marshall. “No I’m not I just value life” I said coldly. “Hey it’ll be ok, I promise” Marshall guaranteed. He saw the look on my face as if I didn’t trust his word. He sighed sharply, “Wanna order pizza than?” asked Marshall. I smiled and we started walking back to my room.

“Have you ever had a pizza eating contest?” I ask him. I handed him a cold can of Pepsi. “Nahh, never why you have?” he ask. He opened the can, “Yeah many times I can eat up to five slices to seven” I said. I was pretty proud I can eat pizza like a bottomless pit. “Damn, what you have two stomachs?” Marshall laughed. I stick my tongue out, kidding him around. “Thank God we got a large pie” Marshall said. I laughed, “Well unless it’s a contest the most I ever ate was four slices” I said. He giggled, I smiled at him, “How do you feel being home?” I ask him softly. “It feels great” Marshall said. I saw his eye twitching slightly like it did weeks ago. “Are you ok being away?” he asked. “It hurts a little but I’ll survive” I said. “See I don’t get you” said Marshall, he had some attitude to his tone. “What you mean?” I questioned. “Like, you’re so comfortable everywhere you let nothing bother you, you just go with everything” he said. “To be quite honest, I’m not comfortable, I haven’t be comfortable since I left home, this whole thing bothers me but, I have no choice I have to go with everything” I said. “Damn, are you….” Marshall trailed off. I pop my head up, “Am I what?” I ask him. “Ohh nothing, you’ll get use to all this, you seem to keep to yourself” said Marshall.

          “Marshall, please tell me” I whispered. My soft voice gave me strong butterflies in the pit of my stomach. “Are you...” he cleared his throat, “Are you comfortable around me?” he ask. My heart drop, “I’m a little” I said. He approach me, “Don’t be afraid of me, please” he whispered. “I’m not really, I’m…I’m not” I said softly. At any moment I was going to grasp him into my arms. His voice was so soft; it was his weapon to me. “I’m trying to be your friend” he whispered. It was a side of Eminem, I think no one has ever seen, or ever will see. “So far you’re doing a pretty good job” I chuckled. “I don’t allow a lot of people to call me, Marshall” he said. “Why did you allow me then?” I ask him. He gave a slight grin and chuckled, “just because”, I was clueless. The doorbell rung which meant the pizza was here. “I’ll get the door” said Marshall. He left me in the kitchen pondering on what he meant on ‘just because’. Maybe there is no rhyme or reason.

“Hey are you Eminem?” ask the boy.

“Nahh, I get that a lot though” said Marshall. He closed the door and walk into the kitchen with the pizza box.

          “When you become famous, you learn how to avoid people like that” said Marshall. He placed the pizza box on the table and opened it. I gave him a plate and we began eating. As said I ate up to four slices. He ate at least seven, we sat on the couch channel surfing, and fighting over the remote. We stumbled onto a basketball game, “Oh wait! Wait! Wait! My team is playing!” said Marshall. "Oh hello no!" I said I attempted to snatch the remote from Marshall’s hand, when he pulled away; I lost my balance and fell into his lap. I looked into his big blue eyes and gave in instantly to the basketball game. I slowly rose from his lap and began watching the game in my corner. His smell was intoxicating, almost like a home smell. I then reminded myself of my vow and stop my day dreaming about Marshall.

          After the game was over Marshall suggested we study lines together. I was happy Marshall was staying longer. The hotel room had life to it now, because of Marshall. His presents made the difference. Our characters were arguing about a letter and Amelia (my character) gets into Em's face about it. Then Em's character kisses me; passionately. I reminded myself of the vow several times during this, although the temptation was driving me crazy, I felt I had the upper hand of my body.

          After I got into his face, I reminded myself of my vow; it's business not anything else. Once he kissed my lips I felt something, something I never felt before, even with Will. I open my eyes and saw his lips tremble. His lip tremble, gave me a slight bit of hope that he feels something for me. A sudden sigh of relief came out of him, was this in the script? - No. It was real.

          "Em?" I squeak, he slowly opened his eyes, "are you ok?" I ask. He cleared his throat, "yeah um can...can we try that again?" he ask. If I do I may not stop. I kiss his lips again and felt that 'something'. I kiss his lips again and noticed he wasn't stopping me. He pulled my body closer to him. Screw the damn vow! His lips were toxic but, a good toxic. And so is he. "Is this part of the scene?" I whispered. He sighed sharply and softly, almost like he was holding his breathe. "No" he whispered back, I held his soft face in the palm of my hands and thought I lost to temptation but, Will was in the back of my mind; watching me. "I haven't kissed a woman in so long..." he chock, "I forgot what it feels like" he added.

          My body went paralyzed it took me to say move your hands to keep this precious moment. I could stay lost like this forever, his smell reminds me of Axe and his body was like a hard pillow, soft, warm, and protective. "Natalia?" he asked softly, "Yes?" I muttered. "Kiss me again" he said almost like he begged. As soon as he said that I drop my script on the floor and began kissing him lightly on his lips. He pulled me in closer, and pressed his lips deeper. He got me on the bed and kissed my body like I never felt before. His short hair left tingles against my hand as I swept pass it.

          As I softly kiss his neck, I felt him pull my body close into him, as if he wanted me to bite him. "You can bite a little if you want" he moaned. Feeling vicious and naughty as I was already, I bite down softly on his hard neck. As I bite him, his body trembled and, he grunted and groaned. It turned me on so much more. He got up and took off his shirt and started kissing me again. The temptation was driving me crazy; his body was amazing, so muscular.

          "Oh no" he whispered. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I forgot...you're ring…" he said. I starred at my engagement ring and forgot about Will. I have two choices, I can stop this and forget, or I can continue. I starred at Em, as he was heaving in and out. "I'm sorry, Natalia" he sighed. "No, Em" I took him by the back of his neck and brought him to my lips. I broke away from him, and place my hand in front of his face, and took my ring off and place it on the side board. He had an angry look to him, as if he wasn't please, then it softened. He placed a kiss on my forehead and then my lips.