Walk on Water | Eminem Fan Fiction

03

marshall pov
the next day

"jesus, i'm so nervous i could fucking throw up" i said, pacing the hotel room with my phone on speaker. paul let out a low chuckle, "i'm sure you are.. cause for some reason avery likes you for you. she could care less about your money"

"i know its a cliche, but just be yourself marshall" dre said, also on the other end of the call. paul interjected himself back into the conversation, "i don't know, that might scare her off" he said as i was distracted by a text from avery.

AVERY JONES (7:15 PM): reservations are set for eight o'clock and i made sure to get the most private spot in the restaurant, see you soon *kiss face emoji*

REPLY (7:16 PM): perfect, i'll see you soon sweetheart *heart eyes emoji*

"yo marsh, you better get going if your gonna go get her and make the reservation on time" dre said. i let out a small sigh, "i would have loved to pick her up, but she asked if we could meet at the restaurant"

"ahh marshall, a girl like that needs to be picked up.. wined and dined and after all that, at the end of the night you're sill hoping she'll consider a second date. she is the girl everyone wants dude" 

"i understand that, but meeting up for dinner wasn't my idea" i deadpan. "well, on the bright side maybe you'll get some action tonight. do you remember how to use your dick?" paul asked as i rolled my eyes.

i cleared my throat, "avery's not that type of girl.." i said, clenching my jaw, aggravated at the direction this conversation was going. "maybe, maybe not. you never know" he insisted, trying to tease the situation.

i pressed my tongue to my cheek, holding back everything i wanted to say. "okay, i'm gonna head out, i don't wanna be late" i said, before hanging up.

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"alright, tupelo honey" i said to myself as i pulled into the parking lot, cutting the engine before going inside. "hey, i'm here for a reservation under jones" i said as the hostess nodded, tapping on her ipad.

"ms.jones isn't here yet, but would you like to be seated?" she asked. i nodded as she grabbed a few menus before leading me to the farthest booth in the back of the restaurant. "thank you.." i said as i slid in the booth. 

i let out a small sigh, anxiously checking my watch as i awaited her arrival. but to keep my mind from spiraling, i pulled up the text thread between paul and i.

REPLY (8:05 PM): I don't think she's coming

PAUL ROSENBERG (8:05 PM): dude chill, it's only been a few minutes. maybe she got caught up at work or something. 

"marshall, i am sorry for running late" i heard her voice, as my concentration broke away from my phone. a smile curved my lips, allowing me to feel some relief knowing she as here. i stood up, my eyes fixating on everything about her.

"hey there, beautiful.." i said as i pulled her into a hug. "i'm sorry for runnin' late but i got stuck in this god awful meetin' about how to make the jones' more money" she said sarcastically as a sly smile curved the corners of her mouth.

i let out a chuckle, before tucking some loose hair behind her ear. "we don't need to worry about it honey, you're here now" i said as she held onto my hand, as she sat down. she nodded before letting out a sigh, "it just looks poor on my part.."