Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Catie|

*Valentine's Day

The past new year was going good. I spent my third Detroit New Years drinking champagne , blowing plastic kazoos with Alaina, Whitney and Hailie and kissing Marshall for a pristinely long a out of time. It was actually the most fun I've had here in awhile. I arrived home tipsy and exhausted, but it was so fun.

I haven't been seeing Marshall recently though, due to some issues with his daughter and a difficult schizophrenic patient at work. He's shown up a few times at the end of my shift with a bouquet of roses and big hug. It's the best way to end a hard, bothersome day giving other people therapy. And the best way to begin the daily routine of cooking dinner, eating it, paying bills and funds and going to sleep.

That's why that day, after a spotless record showing up at my appointments for about two years, I took my first day off.

It felt nice, waking up, going on a short, freezing winter walk, coming back, taking a steamy shower and making a warm cup of Irish tea. It was around 3:30, I was in a pair of comfy sweats and a black tank top with the heat up in my home reading Pride and Prejudice for the 10382919th time, when he called.

"Hey, you busy?" He asked and I mustered up the most sarcastic voice I could.

"If you consider reading Jane Austen in your siting room busy, I'm fugging stressed right now." I said and he laughed.

"Aight, well, when your schedule clears, I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out with me today."

"What did you have in mind?" I sipped more tea and waited for his response.

"Well, if I told you, that'd ruin the fuggin' surprise now wouldn't it?" He said and I smirked.

"Well, give me a little bit and I'll be ready."

"Okay. Don't makeup you face so much, I like your natural beauty." He said and I blushed so hard it was ridiculous. Even though we've been dating forever, I was still always blushing at his adorable remarks.

"Alright, I'll leave it. Bye Marshall." I said longingly and sweetly.

"Bye Catie." He said the exact same way and I hung up.

I got up, walked down the hallway and into my bathroom. I took my hair, brushed it out and left it up in a knotted bun. Following his advice, I only applied a thin stream of eyeliner above my eyes and some Blistex on my lips.

Finding a simple outfit (knee length dark blue belted dress and gray leggings because it was cold), putting on some perfume and slipping into some boots, I grab my purse and wait. I texted him to pick me up and a few minutes later, his Escalade pulled up into the driveway.

I practically run from my place on the doorstep into the falling snow to his car. I opened the door and got in. Marshall kissed me on the lips before pulling out.

"So, where in God's name are we going?" I asked, settling back into my seat as we were now out of my neighborhood.

"Yo, you'll be okay. We're going somewhere nice, I swear." He said and I stopped asking questions. The world was a blur of white, green and brown as we drove off listening to his old rap music.

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We pulled up to a mysterious building and I immediately began to inquire Marshall's intentions. Why the fug were we? It was a simple looking place outside, tan and covered in snow. There were a fair amount of cars in the parking lot as he stopped the car. I opened the door and walked in with him.

Once he pulled open the door, I was hit with a gust of cool air and the scent of pens. A black receptionist at a clouded glass desk with a can of writing materials on it looked at us.

"Hello Mr. Mathers. Here to check in?" She asked. Her bright, straight smile was nearly blinding and I felt a little bad because I had slightly crooked Englishman teeth. 

"Yeah, thank you. Just here for maybe an hour." He said and she giggled and nodded. She slid a pair of little keys across the desk as if it was secret operation with her gorgeous ebony hand.

Marshall took them, thanked her and we walked down a couple hallways. It looked like the standard office building, kind of like the one I worked at.

"Is this your occupation?" I inquired sarcastically and he chuckled.

"You'll see." He said and led me down another hallway and unlocked a glass door to a pitch black room.

Marshall flipped on the lights and all of the pale light washed all of the recording equipment. Something of element came to me, as if I was here sixteen years ago when Marshall first started getting big in music.

"Why are we here?" I asked as I sat down in a plain leather chair. He sat next to my chair in one that looked nearly identical to it. I half expected him to pop into the studio and rap something for me.

"I wanted to show you something important me. Since you've shown me everything that's important to you." He said bluntly but sweet.

"It's nice in here." I said honestly.

"Yeah. There's something I wanted to show you." Marshall said and we got up. We walked into the infamous studio and looked at something in the wall.

"You see it?" He asked. And I had to squint to get a good view of it. A compact carving was in the wooden wall. It read:

'97 Bonnie and Clyde- M and H.
1/3/99.

I couldn't contain it.

"Aww, that's so sweet." I said and Marshall shrugged.

"I wish things with Hailie would be better." He said, sighing.

"They will get better, Marshall." I said and he sighed again.

"We were so close, it hurts for her to just keep goin' on like she ain't breakin' my heart." For once, I swear I see a tear slip from Marshall's eye.

"Marshall, she'll come around." I said, coming closer.

"I don't know." He said, as if he couldn't believe my words. I kissed him on the cheek.

"Even if she doesn't, you've always got me, Alaina, Whitney and you abundance of friends. And she can't hate ya forever. I hated my mom for a bit, but I finally came around. She still loves you, Marshall. She's a sweet girl and your relationship is just going through a rough patch."

"You're adorable when you gettin' all philosophical." He said, smiling. I felt good know I reached him.

"It's my job, remember?" I said, pulling his cap down over his face. Marshall produced a knife from his pocket.

"Before you flip your shlit, there's a reason I brought this." He said and I laugh. Right underneath his writing with Hailie, he carved something else. I read it closely.

Looks like I won't die alone after all- M. M. and C.G.
2/14/2015

"Your dang right you won't die alone." I said, kissing his neck. He looked at me.

"You would've thought I realized that by now."

/Yo party pewpels. I had to finish the Valentines Day sequence today. And I didn't skip over Andre, Hailie, Ari and Marjorie's party. It'll be recreated in the next scene. QOTC: Who do you think had a cuter Valentine's Day, Hailie and Andre or Marshall and Catharine? Tbh, I'm still recovering myself from that "21 Questions" part. Only a few more parts left! Catch ya later😉~ marshallisillmatic\