Buffalo, New York
October 21, 2000
Rachel POV
It's only the 2nd show of tour and so much has already happened. Marshall already hates me. My love interest is 50 cent. And my new best friend is Molly.
"Yo Rachel! Can you check this shit out?" Proof asks me walking over to me. I see Marshall tagging along behind him.
"What's wrong"
"He jumped into the crowd with a fresh tattoo" Marshall speaks for him.
"Proof lemme see" I tell him. He holds up his arm. He pulls away the protective wrap showing me his fresh tattoo.
"It looks a bit irritated, but come with me so I can clean it" I tell him as I walk into the small room I have back stage for these exact situations.
"Sit down" I tell Proof. I glance to see Marshall is still here.
"Marshall you can go, he will be fine" I say glancing at him.
"Aight man, see ya in a few" Marshall says patting Proofs shoulder.
"He's been talking about you non stop" Proof says holding his arm out ready for me to clean. I rinse a towel in warm water and apply soap.
"What's he been saying?" I ask curiously. I pat the rag on Proofs arm gently cleaning his tattoo.
"Just that he's pissed about you guys not working things out before tour" He says.
"He told me he didn't want to get into anything especially before he goes on tour" I tell Proof.
"Well I guess he's feeling different now" Proof responds.
"He's feeling different cause he saw me with 50. He's in his feelings now" I tell him.
"Maybe, but I know he regrets not being in a relationship with you now, you're different from any other women I've seen him with. He's even happy just being around you" Proof explains.
I smile thinking about it. He does seem happy around me, but I also can't help but to feel like me flirting with 50 has influenced him to become angry like this.
"Ok you should be all good now" I tell Proof as I dry off his tattoo.
"Thanks Rach, and think about what I said" He says as he walks out the room.
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I wake up in my hotel room to someone bagging on my door. I glance at the clock seeing it's 2 am, I slowly get up tip toeing to the door. I peek through the peep whole confused to who was here this late. Of course, Marshall. I sigh opening the door.
"Marshall what are you doing here at this time?" I ask getting cranky from being woken up.
"Rachel... I- I just thought It would be okay if I spent the night with you tonight" Marshall says awkwardly.
"Me and the guys have to share a room tonight because of some mistake when booking. I just can't deal with their crazy asses right now" He stumbles on his words.
"Oh uh... I mean sure I have an extra bed" I say. I move to the side letting him in.
"Yo thanks" He says and crashes in the bed, my bed.
"Hey that's my bed, you got the other one" I tell him smirking.
"We'll I guess you'll have to fight me for this one" He says smirking.
"First of all, I kindly allowed you to stay here tonight so your not going to make any decisions while your here" I say jokingly.
"You right" He says and crashes into the other next next to mine.
"So are you and 50 a thing?" He questions after a few minutes of silence.
"No, we've just been flirting around... he's really sweet but I don't think I'm ready for any type of relationship right now" I answer him truthfully. He stares at me from the other bed, he seems to be in deep thought.
"I don't wanna be so jealous and controlling over you, but sometimes I just can't help it. It's like I want you to myself but I also want to hang out with other women" He says. This is like the realest thing he's said to me in awhile. Him being venerable is rare these days.
"We love each other, of course it's going to be hard for us to see each other with other people but it is what it is" I say glancing at him.
"Yeah, but promise me one thing"
"What"
"Don't ever forget about our friendship, I wanna be able to talk to you ya know?you're one of the only people that I can talk to about my personal shit" He says seriously. This almost makes me want to shed a tear, but I can't let him know the way that touched my heart.
"Yeah... and same goes for you" I say with a kind smile.
"Night Rach"
"Goodnight" I reply as I slowly drift to sleep.
Heyyyyyy💜 Ive been gone for more than I wanted to lmao. It was only supposed to be a week but a week turned into like a month lol
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