Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Catharine|

I'm at home, looking at myself for the final time. I hope I look okay. The suns going down as the old clock I have in my bedroom strikes 7:00. Ugh, late as usual. Marshall was going slaughter me. I just had to hurry up and try not to be any later. I ran through my mental checklist as quickly as I could.

Straightened inky black hair: check
Concealer, red lipstick, eyeliner: check
Peach colored, lady upper half dress with a flowy, pure bottom half: check
Shaved legs: check
Sooty boots with pearl edges: check
Red velvet cupcake perfume: check
Shaved arms: check
Minty fresh breath: check

I smile at myself one last time before grabbing my simple, leather coffee colored purse throwing my phone inside it and getting in my little car and driving downtown. I texted Marshall before I pulled onto the highway, saying I would be there shortly.

I slip an Icebreaker mint inside my mouth. It's freezing cold and coats my mouth in a distracting paradise. The streetlights are coming on and I get of on the exit to get me downtown.

I'm playing The Lonely Island and laughing at the hilarious lyrics. But deep down, I'm a mess. The fear and anxiousness of going out with Marshall's over taking me. It's actually quite scary.

I just hope he doesn't think I'm some loser. Some fake. Some ugly hag.

I pulled into the full parking lot of Red Lobster. It was my idea, Red Lobster being my favorite. The airs slightly warm for late November. I smoothed down my bangs, checked my makeup and teeth one last time and walked in.

Inside the low lit restaurant, there's maybe a hundred people. There's beepers going off in a red angry fashion. There's little kids poking the glass shielding them from the large lobsters inside. There's worried adults talking endlessly on their iPhones. All the normal settings of a super packed restaurant.

I take a seat on the cramped leather booth. I'm practically sweating because I'm so nervous. I just hope he likes me.

I see an Asian waitress staring at me for awhile, trying to figure out of I'm with someone. After like five minutes, she walks over to me and inquires if I'm with someone.

"Yeah. Is there a Marshall Mathers with ya guys?" I say and she nods, her lengthy ink colored braid falls onto her shoulder. I stand up slowly and follow her to the booth.

My hearts beating a million times a minute and sweats attempting to drop down from my face. It's suddenly hot as hell inside as we go far back. It's a nearly empty section with like two booths and the fullness of the front melts away to a simple back. I catch glimpse of Marshall.

He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and his eyes light up significantly when he sees me.I can see his hair, blonde and youthful looking. I smile and blush as I slide across from him. His face is washed in the romantic red light and right now, he looks as handsome as ever.

"Hey Catie!" He says sweetly.

"Hey Marshall." I say and the waitress introduces herself as Kaitlin. I order a lemonade and he orders a water. We start a small talk conversation whilst waiting on our drink. I look over my menu for the least expensive thing to eat. I assume he does the same.

"So, how's your daughter?" I asked casually. I heard she ran away after saying some awful things to Marshall's other kids.

"She's aight. She apologized last night to everyone and I had to stand there and watch." He said.

"Good." I say, fiddling with the plastic pearl bracelet on my wrist.

"So, what are you getting?" Marshall asks me and I shrug.

"I'm not sure yet, but I know it's going to be cheap." I say and he chuckles. I'm still nervous as all eff and I'm still sweating.

"Yeah, same." He says and I continue to ask things about him. It's all going fairly well. Kaitlin's back by now, a tall misty lemonade and a tall, icy water in hands. She pulls straws out of her apron pocket and asks us to order.

I finally choose a pasta salad with seafood mixed up in it. Marshall gets crab legs. I blush as I pass her the menu. I don't even know why. It's all just so awkward. But it's a good awkward.

As the stretch of waiting for food begins, we start to get a little more in depth. And we start to joke around and actually have a good time. As soon as Marshall started being himself and I started being myself, any notion of anxiety fell to pieces.

And that's what I adored about hanging out with him.

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Our foods all done. Mine was spectacular, every bite tasting different. I assume his was the same. Kaitlin's stuck us with the bill and bid good bye. And now Marshall and I are playfully fighting over who wants to be stuck with it. It's sitting there, in the middle of the table where the bread basket used to be.

"You're a woman, so ladies first." He said, laughing and slyly pushing it toward me.

"Nope, you're the man here. So it's all yours." I say, pushing it back.

This continues on for a little bit. And as we continue to playfully fight over it, I realize how much I do like him. How much I do want him to be mine. I know it's totally of the wall to want this after three weeks of being friends. But still, he's awesome.

Finally, I end up paying for the drinks and refills and he pays for the meals. Kinda not fair, but still. If he's okay with it, I'm okay with it.

We got up and held hands as we leave. The front wasn't as busy but there were still people there. A few were snapping pictures of Marshall and I, but we didn't give one type of fug. He opens up the door for me and I step under.

Suddenly, out of no where, he spins me under his arm and my dress goes out due to the air. It's seems like a scene straight from a movie, but it's real. My hair covers my view for a moment. My hearts beating now, but in excitement. The whitish blue  street lamp illuminates his face. We're on the side walk and quite a few older people were staring at us, but I didn't care.

As long as I was with Marshall, the world was my stage, the population was my audience and the terrain was my set.

He walks me to my car. I step in, start up the car, roll down the windows and wait for him to talk.

"Catie, I had an amazing-arse time tonight. Can we do it again?" He ask and I nod enthusiastically. Then, we're inches from each other.

I finally bring myself to plant a warm, heartfelt kiss on his thin, curved lips. His cheeks turn a rosy red as he steps back. Then, he steps forward and kisses me on the lips. It's long, light and lovely. He pulls back for the second and final time. I can't conceive it.

Marshall Mathers just kissed me?
Marshall Mathers just kissed me!

As the words repeat themselves in my mind, I still can't conceive it. He waves and walks back to his car. I pull out from the driveway and onto the highway, heading back to Greenfield to hurry up and sleep for another day at work tomorrow.

As I pulled onto my street, my phone buzzed. I stopped at the stop sign and check it.

Marshall| Best kiss I've ever had. Talk to you soon.

I wished this night would never, ever end.

/Such a cute chapter omg. I might be updating again. And Andre and Hailie's second date might be coming up😏. Anyways, I might be updating on my rant book. Should I call it "Grinds My Gears"? I just kinda like that name more lol. Comment done under if you think I should. Anyways, catch ya later😉~alltimshady\