Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Marshall|

Three things were happening at this moment:

-I was in counseling
-Catharine Greene was staring at me with those huge brown eyes
-Catharine Greene is seriously, seriously hot

I don't know how I got this attached to a girl I literally met a half hour ago. Maybe counseling is right for me after all, because right now my brain wasn't going to fugging quit.

"What kinda stress?" She asked me slowly. I liked how she did that, how she acted like she cared about me and what I had to say. I don't find that a lot of times.

"Just the stress of albums, my kids, and other shlit. It's not as easy as I make it seem." I say, sighing. I usually don't express this much out.

"Well Marshall, that's life." She said simply.

"I just feel so alone, when I go home my kids aren't there, I ain't got no wife, just a big-arse mansion and nobody to share it with." I confessed, coming close to tears. Nobody knew this side of me and I couldn't keep it this way. Especially after Kim and I split up for good.

"Well, we've got to change that. I normally don't do this, but here." She said, scrawling something quickly and ripping it out of her clip board. Her number was written raggedly and I smiled. I slipped it into my pants pocket.

"Yo, you didn't have to do that." I said, blushing as I did so.

"Yo, yes I did." She was imitating my accent and I just laughed at her. The two hours were coming to a reluctant close.

"Thanks so much, man. You don't know how much I needed this." I said, shaking her delicate hand.

"You've got a lot on you. Same time next week?" She asked smiling. How the fug could I say no to that smile.

"Yeah, yeah." I said as I walked out. She held the door open for me and I took the liberty to look at her, fully.

She's pretty tall for a girl, maybe 5'6. She's got a mass of black hair piled on top of her head, and has a pretty strange looking facial shape. But I'll be darned if she's not attractive. Catharine's got pretty small boobs, but not so small that you can't see 'em through her button down. The shape of her curved legs showed through her brown pants and I watched as she turned around and shut the door, sizable bum.

"Stop staring at me, Marshall." She noted poshly and I laughed. But deep down her attitude and honesty combined with her looks made her irresistible.

I walked down the hallway, down the stairs and out of the door. The blonde secretary chick was looking at me suspiciously, having doubts about famous I was. I honestly wasn't bothered by it anymore. I became over fame, and fame became over me. I opened the door to my Escalade and got in.

Turning on the car and the heat, I began to make the long journey home. I tried to hurry up, but then I slowed down my pace. Come home to what? To watch the basketball highlights, to make another bag of microwave popcorn, to just push my loneliness away?

I made my way down my street. Even the fugging neighborhood kids were old. I tried to push it away. Deep down, I knew I'd die alone. Kim was my last shot, and we both blew it. I pulled into my garage, parking next to my Mercedes and turned everything off.

Getting out, my phone started ringing. I pulled out my Samsung and looked to see who it was. Alaina's number. I hit the "accept" button and waited to hear her voice.

"Hello?" I inquired.

"Are you here? Hailie had just been telling me about how depressed you seem last night. Is everything alright?" Lanie was gushing and I couldn't help but be thankful at least someone noticed.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I guess."

"How's that counselor I recommended?"

"She's amazing." I said, setting my keys down on the foyer table.

"Amazingly intelligent or amazingly hot?" Alaina said, noting the dreamy tone in my voice.

"Maybe a little bit of both."

"Do you want the background information or just keep wondering who she is?" I was now in my huge kitchen, sitting at the barstool side, remote in hand so I could watch the highlights.

"Yes." I said firmly.

"Okay so she was born and raised in Ireland, then moved to Alaska as a teenager. She's single without any past husbands or kids and she's lived in Detroit now for like three years. Now she lives in Greenfield, and she's only two years younger than you."

"How do you know so much about her?"

"Because I just looked up her name in Google." Lanie exasperated.

"Only two years younger? You sure?" I asked, the highlights from the previous game now on.

"Yep, it says here that she was born on June 10, 1974. Anyways, I've got to go. I have work."

"Thanks for calling, Alaina. I miss you and love you. "

"I miss you and love you too! Bye." She said and I pressed the "hang up" button. Dang, only two years? I took out the number from my back pocket and held it in my hand. Making a contact for her  I then put it on the counter just in case I'd lose it.

Doing what I said I'd do, I made some microwave popcorn, took of my shirt and ate it whilst watching the highlights. Then I watched the news, depressing as it is. It was now 8:45, and I'm tired as eff. I cleaned up where I ate at, took a shower and climbed into bed.

Falling asleep never came so easily...

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It probably had been 1 in the morning. And someone was calling me. I picked it, the number suspiciously named "Catharine". I narrowed my eyes as a result of the brightness and answered.

"Hello?" I asked. An accent with hints of Irish poured out.

"Who's this?" She inquired, just as confused as I am.

"This is Marshall." I said, becoming a little mad because she called me at such a late time.

"Oh shlit! Oh shlit, oh shlit, oh shlit! I'm so, so, sorry, Marshall. I accidentally called and just." She actually sounded genuinely distraught about calling me, so I think it's legit. And plus, when she swore, her accent came through to her swear words. It's was kind of cute to hear her swear.

"It's okay. I'm not mad." I nonchalantly said.

"Oh okay." She said, before quickly hanging up because she was embarrassed.

I rolled back over and went to sleep again, Catharines accent still on my mind.

/I laughed at the pic on the side for like ten minutes lol. He's freakin' adorable. I'm always reluctant to write parts from Marshall's POV because I feel like I'm doing it wrong lol. I got the whole sadness thing from "Die Alone", because it's recent and I feel like this is how it is when he goes home. Btw, my favorite song from ShadyXV is probably "Vegas" lolShould I delete Who'd Have Known? Because I really hate it now but I don't want to delete the comments. Catch ya later😉~alltimshady\