My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter eighteen

Note: The rap Eminem does is something I made up for the story. Eminem never wrote it. Enjoy the chapter!!!! :)))))

Chapter eighteen

          The butterflies in my stomach were overbearing at times. Whenever I was around Marshall or just hearing his soft voice, I feel as if I will collapse. It was hard to do anything because he was all I think about. I wonder if he thought about me at all, or feel the way I do. The way he looks at me now then what he did a month ago; it is so much different. I would smile and my face would light up. Some nights he would sleep in the bed with me, have his arms wrap around me as we sleep, it something Will would never do. I haven't heard from him in a week, when I get calls from him, I think about calling off the wedding. I feel like I talk to him for hours, when it only is seven minutes. I was incredibly and uncontrollably in love with Marshall Mathers. But at the same time, I feel like a sharply dress slut.

          When I see Marshall I can see him sweating, I could see his heartbeat goes faster. Sometimes he can't stop touching my hand. Today we work on the song together in the studio, just me and him, it was so fucking hard! It drove me crazy at times the butterflies became so strong, I felt nausea. There were times I would rush to the bathroom and start gagging just to get the nauseating feeling to stop. I'm not going to get through the day without visiting the toilet. The butterflies felt so good and yet gave me such a sick feeling. I never knew how to deal with this because...I never felt it with Will. I'm too involved with Marshall now. I don't know how to stop this.

          I scrambled onto my feet and walk back into the studio room, "are you ok?" Marshall asked. "Yeah, yeah I'm just feeling blah, this morning" I said back. "You look pale" he said. "I'll be fine" I place my hand on his for reinsurance. "Ok" he whispered. His voice set off another burst of butterflies, which turned my stomach into painful knots. "I was thinking during the instrumental part, I rap and when that's over, you sing the rest" said Marshall. "Did you write the lyrics?" I ask him. "My part, yeah" he said. "Want to read them?" ask Marshall. "Can you rap them? I want to hear how you're going to sing it" I said. He chuckled, "sure, anything for a fan" said Marshall. I smiled uncontrollably. Marshall cleared his throat and prepared himself to sing.

Throw them rocks; throw at me that am ok.

Deep down you still love me.

You say you hate me, but what you're sayin is crazy.

I gave my life and soul for yours; do you realize what you mean to me?

I don't think so. Here we go, we fighting again, but once I kiss ya

You all fine and dandy, but next comes a little wampy!

I don't care what other say, you're my babe, I'll fucking do anything

too keep you in my hand.

Let them talk, let them spit names, nobody can make me feel the way I feel around you.

          He looked at me as I was smiling unconditionally. "You like it?" ask Marshall. "I thought it'll be angry" I chuckled. "It is somewhat, but...I don't know I'm getting too old to be singing about girls and their asses" said Marshall. "Don't say you're old, Marshall" I said. He placed the lyrics down the table and look up at me. "Maybe I'm letting go a bit" he said, "I'm just afraid if I do let go, I won’t be able to write anymore music" he sighed. I took his hand into mine, "forgive but never forget, realize and learn" I said. "You can let go, without letting go".