Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

9. Things You Tell A Total Stranger

Marshall's P.O.V.

The majority of the car ride we spend in silence.

Jordyn looked like she has been crying when I picked her up, and now she ain't saying much. I sense that something has gone down between her and her auntie, but I chose to keep quiet, waiting for her to open up to me herself.

She seems more content just staring out of the window though and playing with the tips on her braids absent-mindedly.

"Yo, you wanna get some food?" I finally blurt out just to sat something. Shit. I ain't smooth at all.

"I guess," she speaks quietly as she nods, her brown eyes downcast still and she looks so sad I just wanna comfort her, but I hold back.

"Well, what you wanna get?" I inquire instead.

She looks at me for the first time and just smiles softly.

"It doesn't matter, Marshall. You pick."

"Taco Bell it is then," I shrug. What can I say, yo, I fucking love that shit. If I ever do make it in this rap game, imma build me one right in my backyard. My personal Taco Bell.

"Sure, sounds nice," Jo smiles. She hugs herself and resumes to staring outside the window as I pull up to the nearest Taco Bell's drive through.

I ask her what she wants and then place both of our orders, doing my best not to snap and the annoying rude employee chick that takes down our order. I know how that shit is like, after all, working at a fast food chain. Could be a real fucking hell hole, could be stressful as fuck. I know for a fact that she's way underpaid and overworked. Not that it's any excuse to be a bitch, but yeah, I get it.

After getting our food, I drive us around for a while more until pulling up in front of some abandoned building.

Now, is it a good idea to be sitting in a car in the middle of a goddamn night in a sketchy Detroit neighborhood in front of a old ass building that might very well be a crackhouse? Nah. Probably not. Still, this is what I do sometimes when I need to get away from any and everybody and to clear my head.

We sit together and dig into our food in silence that only gets interrupted when I scoff loudly after watching Jordyn steal some of my Nacho Fries from the small container in my lap even though she's literally got an identical one sitting in her own lap.

"What, boy?" She giggles lightly, and it's the first time I saw her not looking sad the whole night. I stare at her discretely, thinking how her smile warms my heart for whatever weird ass punk ass reason.

I smirk and shake my head.

"Why do y'all females always do this?" I say in this mock judgemental tone.

"Do what?" She smiles again, widening her eyes at me. Trying to play dumb, I see. Yeah, aight.

"Steal food from a man's plate when y'all know damn well y'all got the same exact shit on y'all own plate?"

"Um... honestly? I have absolutely no idea why we do this. But I'm guessing the food from another person's plate just looks more appealing and tastes better?" She muses and at the same time as she speaks she tries to steal yet even more fries from me, so I grab the container and move it behind my back. She pouts as she frowns at me.

"Jo," I smirk. "Now you know damn well that this shit you just said to me don't even make no goddamn sense."

Her smile drops then and she looks at me sort of like a deer caught in headlights. I have no idea what I have said to upset her so, so I just roll my eyes and offer her my fries again.