Wake Up Call (English) #Wattys2016

Bad Influence on me

"Okay, let's get rid of these pills!" I said smiling and walked over to the pill box on the floor, Marshall grabbed me quickly so I couldn't go farther. I met his gaze questioningly.

"Let me do it, go down and make some breakfast or something? Or ..." He smiled at me. "Do you want me to do it?"

"You? Cook? Food? You can't cook, last time you did, you burned the eggs ... And you destroyed a frying-pan ... Which I still have no clue on how you managed to ..." He laughed briefly.

"I was a cook remember?? Bitch... So, you wanna cook or do you want me to?" He picked up the pill box and put the pills that had fallen outside the small box back in it.

"You cook, I wanna see this ..." I laughed and went out of the room and into the living room, Marshall walked in a little while later and went into the kitchen.

I followed him excited and sat at the dining table to look at the "master chef" in action.

He took out a frying pan, butter, a box of eggs, bread, bacon and smiled at me foolishly when he began to fry. He managed to turn on the stove, gosh!

"You turned on the stove! Oh my god, you know something!" I applauded smiling.

"... Fuck you ... " He laughed and shook his head smiling as he continued, I looked at him with amazement.

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"Done!" He said and put the plate in front of me. I looked down at a small pile of bacon, no burnt edges, a perfectly fried egg on a perfectly toasted bread and a glass of orange juice. I looked up at him when he sat down above me and smiled at him.

"I'll admit it! You impressed me, Slim!" I cleared my throat, Detroit returns haha!

"Wow, hello again Alex! Lovely to see you again? What's crackin?" He said, taking some bacon smiling, I laughed briefly and let myself relax.

"What's up, Whiteboy? Nothin much, why do you care anyway? You just fucking around dawg ..." I laughed, Marshall coughed vigorously before he looked at me with big eyes.

"Damn, long-time, no see though!" He laughed, I smiled innocently.

"Yo, stupid ass motherfucking douche! Yeah you! GO FUCK YOURSELF!" Marshall burst out laughing before he met my gaze with a huge grin.

"GAWD !! Hahahaha !! You killin me !! LITERALLY! OW ..." I stopped when he took to the chest. I began to excuse myself.

"Oh My god, I'm so--"

"Hey! Shut up and eat!" He laughed, I shook my head smiling and did as he said, although I sent him some uneasy glances here and there. "Stop eyeballing me or else I'll personally feed you!" He said looming, I burst out laughing.

"Feed me? You won--" He stuffed a bacon slice in my mouth quickly.

"I warned ya..." I laughed and shook my head at him smiling.

"You are so wierd--" He stuffed another bacon in my mouth, I looked at him sour. "If you wanna shut me up, do it the right way!" I said, but ate a bacon set with a sour-pout. Which made Marshall laugh briefly. He leaned over the table and kissed me, I smiled contentedly as he pulled away.

RRRRING! RRRING!

Marshall's phone called, he took it out of his pocket and flipped it up while he sent me an apologetic look.

"What up?" He replied. "Yeah ... I'll be right there ... Wait! Dre? Man, can I take Alex with me? The girl I told you about... Yeah, she the supermodel ..." Marshall laughed and sent me a cocky grin. "Fuck you, see ya."  He said and hung up, he met my gaze. "I have not thought about that! MY GIRLFRIEND IS A MOTHERFUCKING SUPER MODEL! DAMN I'M GOOD !!!" I burst out laughing and shaking my head at him.

"Who was that?" I asked when we had laughed for a while.

2Dr. Dre, the producer. I have to go to the studio and record some songs, I asked if you could come with me and he said yes. You aren't working yet right?"

"No, I'm starting on Monday. Thank you for asking me first, by the way! I'd love to come to the studio with you!" I said smiling, he laughed briefly and kissed me on the cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I wouldn't let you be here alone by yourself! For all I know you could pleasure yourself WITHOUT me!" I hit him in the shoulder.

"You dirty perv ..." I laughed, he raised his shoulders excused.

"It wasn't me! It was Shady!" He said innocently.

"... Sometimes, your alter-ego thing is a real pain in the ass ..."

"Bad choice of woooords ..."

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"Slim! Goddamn, you slow sometimes ..." Said a tall, big man who came up to us. He gave Marshall a handshake, I knew that only by sight, I longed for to do the same ... Damn, Detroit is like drugs!

"What Up, Dre? Don't blame me, dawg ... The girl is wearing heels!" He pointed at my heels and met my gaze smiling, I looked at him challenging.

"Yeah, the girl can use them to crush your toes if you try blaming her..."  I said, Dre ooooh-ed smiling and met my gaze. He gave me his hand, Marshall shook his head at Dre quickly.

"What? He asked and looked at me briefly before he looked at Marshall again.

"She from Detroit too ..." he said and gave me a sly smile damn, damn, sometimes I think the man read my mind ...

"Oh, of course ..." Smiled Dre and raised his hand to me, I took it smiling and did the handshake.

"Damn, call me Dre!"

"Alexis, but call me Alex!" I said smiling, Dre sent Marshall a cheeky smile.

"Yo, I'mma say something that'll flip your man over here, off. I gotta say, Alex ... I saw those magazines, my girl Nicole Showed me Eminems girl the other day ... Nice bikini, and your body is hot ..." he said and winked at me, I saw Marshall, he sent one killing glance.

"Fuck you, Dre ... Fuck YOU." Marshall showed his finger, I went over to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Calm down, Marshall ... Dre hasnt seen the best parts ... Only you have." I said, Marshall sent Dre a cocky grin, he's so fucking childish..!

God, I have to stop swearing so much. Yes, I have to stop swearing, but Slim Shady isn't exactly to any  good help ...

"Fuck off Dre! She mine!" He said and hugged me like a giant monkey.

Nope, definitely not any help ... Haha!