Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Catharine|

I left Marshall's around 2:30, after I was informed Hailie's party was started at 7:45. When I got home, I squealed loudly. I'm finally going to meet Marshall's friends, this showed me it was real.

I put on "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel, a favorite of mine since I was a teenager, and stripped down to my bare body. I was singing along to the historically accurate lyrics as I stepped foot into my shower. The heated rushing water covered me as I waited a thousand years to soap up.

I grabbed a lavender scented body scrub, drizzled on a loofah and lathered it on my body. After my body was squeaky clean and smelled like a field of one thousand lavender plants, I began on my tangled, mangled black hair. I attacked it with four full squirts of shampoo and conditioner. My hair was cleaner than it's been in a long time and I start singing along to other songs as my "Favorite Songs" playlist on Spotify kept playing on. I shaved my legs so there's not a covering of thin black hairs on them.

Finally, when I step out there's a cloud of white mist to greet me and I reach for a thick fluffy towel.

I wrapped it around myself as I walked back from my bathroom (which was down the hall from my bedroom) back into my bedroom. After a long dry off, I take the lotion from my nearby nightstand and lotion my legs. Then I select a cute, but modest outfit. I couldn't have everyone thinking I was a slut.

I settled on a colorless sleeveless turtleneck dress that reached down to my knees. I paired it with a golden necklace with my first initial on it. On me, it hugged the outline of my body nicely so I approved it. I took it back off and hug it gently onto the bottom of my bed. I put back on a messy t-shirt and pair of black sweatpants to do my nails and make up. I checked the time.

"How the bloody fug is it 4:34!" I shouted and knew I had to hurry up if I didn't want to be unGodly late.

I started on my nails, which were going to be a simple light gold. I painted, shaped, soaked and reapplied until I believed my hands were pristine. I practically darted back to the bathroom to do a quick but nice makeup look.

Taking eyeliner, black and grey eyeshadow and mascara, I changed my plain brown eyes into probably the most attractive eyes I could. My face just used a thin layer of concealer underneath my eyes and some red lipstick on my lips. And voilà, I was all ready. After nearly twenty minutes of screwing with my hair, I managed to whip it up into a 1940's-equse curled masterpiece. And after five minutes of screwing around trying to zip up that white dress, I paired it with the black, pearl edged boots.

Before I left, I knew I had to get a gift for Hailie. Searching around, I discovered a gorgeous old dress of my grandmothers. It was a simple light blue with a flowy but still light blue fade out. It was used of the same plush material that basic ballerina skirts were made of. A yellowed note was pasted onto the front of it.

Give this to someone you enjoy 3/20/1944~ JaneElizabeth MacAllister

My mother never wore it and Grandma Jane passed it down to her. I knew I'd never wear it at my old age, so I decided on giving it to Hailie.

I grabbed a light brow leather purse, my phone and the gift I'd placed inside a white bag and got into the car.

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I arrived at Marshall's at approximately 7:45. All the lights in the huge mansion were off and I looked dumbfounded. Just then, a text from him came up.

Marshall| Pull around back

I did as told and pulled around back. I got out. It was beginning to snow and getting colder, but I had to go in. I walked close to a singular door. It swung open and I nearly scream in response. Slowly, I realized it was Marshall.