My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter thirty-eight

 

Chapter thirty-eight

            I woke up hours later curled in Marshall’s arms, I don’t remember falling asleep like that nor do I remember any horrific nightmare. I smiled to myself and got up out of Marshall’s arms. I noticed he was wearing nothing but a tank top.  I don’t remember Marshall ever wearing a tank top in front of me that is. I pulled the covers over him and placed a small kiss on his cheek. I walked downstairs to my night bag and pulled out clean clothes. I wore a pale V-neck with shorts. I pulled my hair up into a pony tail and walked outside to smell the fresh, warm spring air.

            I was in a happy moment when I first smelt that air, it felt like I’ve been sleeping for ages and I woke up from a good rest. Soon my happy feeling turned sour when I saw the paparazzi in front of my car. I treated it like it was a dinosaur; I slowly backed away from it and tried not to make sudden movements. I finally dashed inside before he could take a picture. I slammed the door before, which I didn’t mean too. My feet slide against the slippery floor. I hope I didn’t wake Marshall, he looked pretty knocked out. I grabbed my English book and my computer and did my homework. For hours I sat there reading and writing.

            Around twelve, Marshall came downstairs rubbing his eyes and having no tank top on. “Hey” he said, he still sounds sleepy. He sounded so hot with that voice; it sent chills down my spine. “Hey” I said softly, he sat next to me and asked, “You doing homework?” I chuckled “yeah” “Sometimes I feel like I’m raising four girls” he said. I laughed; Marshall’s cell phone began to ring. “It’s Hailie” he said, “Go ahead answer it” I insisted. Marshall answered, “Hey baby”

“Yeah if it’s ok with Gina’s parents”.

“Come home later and pick up your PJs and have a good time” he said softly.

“I love you too”

Marshall hung up the phone, “Hailie and Laney are going to sleepover a friends, Were on our own with dinner” said Marshall.

“Wanna try that hotdog place down the street?” I asked.

He smiled, “I love that place, they got good ass hot dogs” he leaned back and sighed sharply.

            I smiled, “So it’s a date, hotdogs tonight” I exclaimed. He smiled and continued to watch me do homework. I kept having thoughts of just jumping on him and kissing him, that would satisfy me. Once in a while I could feel Marshall twiddle his fingers in my hair and sigh out of frustration. After an hour of studying I became frustrated, I placed my pad down and sighed sharply. “You ok?” he asked, “Yeah, yeah just some stuff I don’t understand” I said. “You’re graduating soon, why you have so much work?” asked Marshall. “I chose to have this much” I said softly. I turned my head for a moment to look at him, “You look so tired” he said with sympathy. I chuckled, “So do you” I said. “Well, I’m used to it” said Marshall, “So am I” I chuckled. He kept rubbing his hand up and down my back; I tried to pretend it did not bother me.

            “Take a little break, Talia” he whined, as if he was practically begging me. I sighed and placed the pen down and leaned back. We both face each other on the couch, it was hard to keep eye contact with him considering the only thing he had on was a tank top. I licked my lips to keep them from getting dried, even though it caused more tension. The quietness made my heart beat grew faster and stronger. I snapped myself out of the tension and went back to work. I heard Marshall sigh, it sounded like he was frustrated. I was not going to be fooled again.

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            After a long day of homework, and seeing the girls off to their sleepover I went to grab some hotdogs. I was no fool this time; I wore my red baseball cap and my sunglasses. As I waited for the food, I saw the VH1 news. How I hated them! The story about the shooting at the VMA’s was all wrong. They made me look like the criminal of course! I wasn’t the one with the gun! They began bashing Marshall about how weak he’s becoming and his music. The more they talked the more my blood pressure was going high. I squeezed my fist tightly around the ketchup bag that it exploded!