The Private Chef || An Eminem Fanfiction

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A/N: The song being used in this chapter is called 'Killshot' by Eminem. The author does not own the song whatsoever. All credit goes to those who it belongs to.

September 3rd, 2018
"Fuckin' clout chaser." Marshall lowly says with anger.

He and Paul have just finished listening to a newly released song by Machine Gun Kelly, also known as MGK. The song, 'Rap Devil', has been streaming everywhere for the last hour now, and everyone on the internet, radios, and in his personal life, have been notifying Marshall of the sudden diss, drawing attention to it.

"It'll all blow over, Em, don't-"

"Nah, I'm gonna put that bastard in the motherfuckin' ground." Marshall interrupts his manager.

Paul knows that his friend won't let the younger wannabe rapper off the hook so easily without returning fire. With a soft sigh, he watches and decides to support the decision already brewing in Marshall's head.

~2 hours later~
"What was he even trying to do here? Give praise or diss? The dude couldn't even figure it out."

Danielle softly talks to herself after enduring the viral song that has was brought to her attention by Royce. He had called her to see if Marshall had heard of the diss yet. When she told him that Marshall has been at the studio with Paul since early this morning, the two agreed that Paul has mostly likely told Em about the song.

"Well, if Marshall makes a diss track in return, it'll silence MGK for good."

Going back to watching a Japanese dish being made on a YouTube channel, she doesn't get to watch it for long before her phone vibrates, and the notification she sees makes her automatically smile.

Marshall: I ended his nonexistent career 

It doesn't take her even a split second to register what he's talking about.

Danielle: Thank you for your service!!

Marshall smiles to himself at reading her response. It gets so funny to him that he even chuckles a few times, unaware that Paul takes a look over his shoulder, silently reading over the incoming conversation from the third row of the Escalade.

M: Oh my pleasure! 😏

D: Your Shady is showing, Marshall 😂

M: But you love Shady, so I don't think that's a bad thing 😏

D: Definitely not a bad thing at all

M: I knew it

She blushes at reading the message, not realizing that she's still smiling to herself.

M: I'll be home soon, 1 min away

D: Okay, lunch is ready. Is Paul staying?

M: I'm not letting him

D: Oh? Why not?

M: I haven't seen you all day!

There she goes, blushing as she thinks of what to reply. Before she starts typing, another message comes through.

M: I want it 2 b just us. He can go get fast food or sum shit

His message makes her laugh softly while another blush sweeps across her face. Lately it seems to happen a lot, whether Marshall texts her or is speaking to her face to face. What she doesn't know is her harbored feelings are also mutual on his end. The crushes they have on each other have grown so much, but neither have acted on or said anything about their feelings.

'He's just being friendly.'

That thought has crossed her brain almost every time as she tries to convince herself that his conversations, the gentle, long hugs, and general closeness on a daily basis is all something friends do.