Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Andre|

The day was getting colder, my stomach growling louder. Audriana and Mom are out at Moms boyfriends place. I wasn't invited, so now I'm inside my abandoned house, reflecting on my life. My choices, my faults, my gains.

I'm blasting "Cleanin' Out My Closet" because I want to. I'm trying to distract my mind from my stomach. I'm so hungry, I could die. My Mom said I'd be getting some turkey and mashed potatoes from his house. Some Thanksgiving this turned out to be.

I look out of the high, dingy window to see a girl with a low, golden blonde ponytail, a long sleeved shirt and gray leggings. I almost miss her as she passes by my home. It hits me like a thousand bricks to a wall. It's Hailie.

What the heck was she doing on 7 Mile?

I burst down the stairs, my music still going. I open the door to get a face full of cold air and wind, but I'm not stopping until I reach her. Does she know she could get raped? Or stolen? Or all of the above? And it'd be my fault.

I nearly tackle her. She turns around punching me. When she notices it is me, she smiles warmly. Her eyes are puffy, red and baggy, as if she'd been crying.

"Hailie." I say, hugging her tightly. I'm just glad I got to her in time.

"Andre." She mumbles into my gunmetal sweatshirt. I rub her back slowly. We pull out of the embrace as we run back into my house.

"This is where you live?" She inquires and I nod. I push open the black barred door into my disgusting, hopeless house. She gasps as we walk upstairs into my room. I push open the door and "The Art Of Peer Pressure" Kendrick Lamar's now pumping throughout it. She sits down on my bed, crinkling the dark blue comforter. I sit by her and put my hand in hers.

For friends, we sure acted a lot like a couple. In fact, I liked it that way. I loved Hailie, even for the nearly month I've known her for.

"What brought you here?" I ask and she starts into this story about her family and how much she hates them and this huge fight they'd had. I can confirm its sincerity because there's mashed potatoes and peas in her hair and cranberries on her face.

I tell her about how my Mom and little sister went to her boyfriends place and how I wasn't invited. She laughed at the jokes I cracked on my family and I laughed at how she's got every food stain on her top.

"I guess our families are both fugged up." She offers a smile. The sunlight is hitting her face perfectly, giving her cerulean eyes a stripe of shimmery ocean blue I push back a wayward strand of blonde hair. She blushes deeply and I think it's cute.

I disliked this. This whole "we like each other, but we can't bring each other to do anything about it." I think about Adande's comments and our conversation about be and Hailie doing it. I still don't want to, but dang if she's not attractive in every way. I'd probably do something I might regret if anything happened to her. I know she's dated other guys (that ugly douche bag Luke Woodley and self proclaimed player Jarred Olivers) that only dated her because of her dad. But I didn't give a shlit who her dad is. I loved her for her, and I'm pretty sure she thought the same.

"Yeah." I laughed as we launched in a conversation about our sisters.

The suns gone down and we're sharing my headphones and our hands are interlocked on my bed. We're playing Infinite and expressing how much we liked each song. She didn't like it at first, but as the time went on, she's saying she loved it.

A look of rue crossed her countenance as she sighed. I paused it on "Backstabber" and I ask her what's wrong. A little tears rolling down her face as I wipe it away with a tinted index finger.