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A Birthday To Remember (Eminem)

It was my birthday, but the day had crept by without much fanfare. I'd spent the afternoon in my cozy little apartment, wrapped in my favorite blanket, scrolling through social media and trying not to feel too nostalgic. Just me, some snacks, and my playlist of Eminem hits playing softly in the background.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, there was a sudden knock at the door. I jumped, my heart racing. I wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door, and there stood Marshall, his iconic hoodie pulled over his head, a lopsided grin on his face.

"Surprise," he said, holding out a small cake, the candles still flickering. "Happy birthday!"

I blinked in disbelief. "Eminem? You came all this way for me?"

"Of course. It's a big deal. I couldn't let it slide by without doing something special," he replied, stepping inside.

I closed the door, a rush of excitement filling the room. "You brought a cake?"

"Yeah, it's from that little bakery you love. Thought it would hit the spot," he said, setting it down on the table.

I couldn't help but smile. "You're amazing, you know that?"

He shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. "Just trying to keep it real. Now, make a wish."

As I blew out the candles, the warmth of his presence enveloped me. "What'd you wish for?" he asked, leaning closer.

I hesitated, a grin spreading across my face. "Can't tell you; it won't come true."

He laughed, the sound deep and genuine. "C'mon, we both know I'm the only one who could make that happen."

"Okay, fine," I said, biting my lip. "I wished for a night I'd never forget."

"Challenge accepted." He stepped back, his eyes intense. "How about we make that happen?"

With that, he pulled out his phone and hit play on a song I loved. The beat dropped, and I couldn't resist. I started dancing, laughing as he joined in, his moves just as rhythmical and wild as his lyrics.

After a few songs, he grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. "Let's chill for a bit. I've got something else planned."

I settled beside him, the anticipation hanging in the air. "What is it?"

He leaned in, a playful smile on his lips. "Ever thought about karaoke? I know you've got it in you."

"No way!" I exclaimed, blushing. "You really want to do that?"

"Absolutely. It's your birthday; we're celebrating," he said, grabbing the mic. "You pick the song, and I'll back you up."

With my heart racing, I chose one of his classics. The moment I started singing, I felt like I was in a different world—just me and him, lost in the music. As we performed, I could see the joy in his eyes, the way he connected with each note.

After our duet, we collapsed onto the couch, breathless and laughing. "That was epic," he said, running a hand through his hair. "You've got some serious talent."

"Coming from you, that means a lot," I replied, still riding the high of the performance.

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, Marshall shifted closer, his expression softening. "You know, I've been thinking... you're not just a fan to me. You're something special."

My heart raced at his words. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said, his gaze steady. "I've never felt this way about anyone. You make me feel... normal, you know? Not just the rapper, but just me."

I smiled, warmth flooding through me. "I feel the same. You make me feel like anything is possible."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, tentative at first, but then deepening as we melted into the moment. The world outside faded away, and it was just us, lost in the kiss.

When we finally pulled apart, breathless and smiling, I whispered, "Best birthday ever."

"Just the beginning," he said softly, pulling me in for another embrace.

And in that moment, surrounded by laughter, music, and the man I admired more than I ever thought possible, I knew this was a birthday I'd always remember—a night that would mark the start of something extraordinary.