Mona Lisa (Eminem Fan Fiction)

We Made You

Ramona POV

This is not what I was picturing at all!

Marshall stood there dressed up as Tony Romo of the Dallas Cowboys (that part was hot), while he grinded on a beautiful, blond model who was supposed to be playing Jessica Simpson. He was flirting with her, dancing, and smacking her booty. At one point she even grabbed his crotch and laughed like it was funny. Marshall made some jokes about it, and it was all in good fun, but I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest and a fake smile on my face. I couldn't believe I left my daughter alone for the first time for this!

"Hey I'm Joseph." The director came over to shake my hand after he had yelled "Cut!". "Are you Marshall's girlfriend?"

"Yes. My name is Ramona."

"They're taking Marshall back to wardrobe and makeup again. He plays like, five different characters in this video. We're just poking fun at celebrities the entire time. I can't believe I get paid to do this for a living." Joseph smiled and a cameraman came over to tell him he was needed. "Gotta go set up the scene where Sarah Palin is in bed with an Eskimo. Make sure you get some breakfast from catering."

I rolled my eyes and smirked on my way over to the buffet spread and noticed a familiar face.

"Hi! Remember me?" I smiled.

Fifty Cent turned to me to kiss my cheek, "Hey, Ramona! How you doin? Marshall told me all about the baby being born and how scary it was. I was glad to hear everything is ok now. Congratulations!"

"Thanks. This is the first time I've been away from her. She's back with Marshall's daughters at the hotel right now."

"She'll be in good hands." Fifty looked past me and pointed while busting up laughing. "Look at this guy."

"I'm so fucking awesome right now." Marshall walked towards us in full Bret Michaels attire, complete with makeup and cowboy hat. He put his arm around me to draw me to him as I giggled at his appearance, but it was cut short when that big bald manager of his called him over.

Marshall left my side to return on set when a flock of beautiful, scantily dressed women seemed to swarm him out of nowhere. As I looked closer, I noticed that they were all portraying a celebrity. Amy Winehouse, the girl from before who was playing Jessica Simpson, Lindsay Lohan and her girlfriend, Britney Spears, even Ellen DeGeneres. There was even a kiss between him and the Amy Winehouse lookalike. It was sloppy and stupid, but she still had her hands on my man, and I'd be lying to myself if I tried to say I wasn't jealous. I couldn't stay bitter for long though because I had to admit that the concept was brilliant.

Marshall was in the front of the crowd of celebrities doing the moonwalk and all kinds of funny dances as the entire studio roared in laughter. I was starting to warm up to the idea of him being surrounded by a ton of beautiful women until they all swarmed and attacked him at the end. I wasn't ready for that uncomfortable moment.

"Hi Ramona." A deep voice sounded from behind me.

"Oh, hi."

Paul took a step closer. This man intimidates me. I know he means business and I don't think he likes me all that much. I wouldn't either if I were him.

"I'm glad to see you and Marshall could work everything out."

"He's been wonderful. Baby Rochelle is so cute." I beamed.

"It was probably just what he needed. He has that shine back in his eyes." Paul actually leaned over and hugged me.

"Thanks Paul. You can trust me, I promise." I said lightly so only the two of us could hear.

"Look at the two of you getting along!" Marshall swooped me into a hug from behind. "Watchu guys talkin about?"

"Nothing." I said behind mysterious eyes.

"Psht, yeah right." Marshall smacked a sloppy kiss on my forehead.

"I can't take you serious while you're dressed like Bret Michaels." Paul shook his head laughing. "I was just saying to Ramona that I'm glad that Rochelle is healthy, and I want to meet her before you guys fly home."

"Definitely. As a matter of fact, baby, why don't you give Laney and Hailie a call and make sure everything's aight."

"I was just going to suggest that." Marshall kissed me and I walked away to make the phone call.

The girls assured me that everything was fine, and that Rochelle had been sleeping for a lot of the time. I watched Marshall and Paul talking from afar and I couldn't tell what was said, but Marshall held a big smile on his face the entire time.

Marshall had to go change again so I made small talk with one of the actors on set for a few minutes. She had dark long hair and I was shocked when they called her to set for the next scene. I had to watch Marshall play some douchebag character and the girl was portraying Kim Kardashian. I was repeatedly amazed at how Marshall flows naturally right into character. It was funny, but again I felt jealousy lurking inside me.

I spent the rest of the evening basically watching Marshall have some kind of weird group debauchery with an Eskimo, a polar bear, and Sarah Palin. It was so stupid, but I about died of laughter.