Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter One

:-: JUST AN AUTHOR'S NOTE, I UNDERSTAND THAT YOUTUBE DOESN'T WORK ALL THE TIME FOR SOME PEOPLE, SO I WILL ALWAYS TRY TO ADD THE TITLE OF THE SONG :-:

[EMINEM]

(MUSIC IS ONE LAST TIME)

I sigh softly as Kim pulls my tie straight. She's talking to me but I don't listen. Her hair is loose on her shoulders, her lips painted a glossy shade of pink with a red outline. Her eyes have been shaded with dark make up, but frankly, the tanned moisturiser that smears over her spotty, bumpy skin just makes her look ten years older.

Her long, red nails scratch my neck by accident, sending a stinging sensation across my neck, "Kim!" I growl slightly.

She just rolls her eyes and buttons the top button of my crisp white shirt. I hate having to wear these sort of clothes. Itchy trousers that tighten around the ass, the ones that only suit women. The ones that you have to wear 'proper' shoes with.

Fuck that.

I'm still going to wear my Jordan's whether McKayla likes it or not. She should know that I don't wear formal clothes. I'm not a posh bastard and I'm not trying to be.

"You need to smile." Kim states, pulling her feminine fur jacket around her short dress. "McKayla's going to be scared to get married if you look like that."

"She's not marrying me. So why should she care?" I mutter, grabbing my car keys and shoving them into my trouser pocket.

Kim sighs dramatically, "Who pissed on your parade today?!"

"Don't start." I growl, opening the front door and walking out. She sighs and obediently follows like the dog she is.

"I don't see why I have to come." She states, putting a hand on her waist.

"Because you've already put on your face paint." I gesture at her make-up covered face. She gasps and storms inside. I hold back my laugh and get in car.

。・゜・(McKayla)・゜・。

She smoothes out the floral silk that falls over my thin, silk underskirt. Her eyes beam up at me, "Your beautiful McKayla!"

I smile at Hailie Mathers, my best friend's daughter, "Thank you Hailie. Although, eyes will be all on you today. This dress really suits you. You'll have to wear it more often." I grin at her.

She's wearing a simple dress. It's a light shade of purple, it falls just above her knees in soft tuffs of fabric. It definitely makes her look amazing. My make-up artist has applied simple make up on her, due to her being just a child. Her blonde hair has been pinned out of her face, showing off her flashing smile.

Whereas mine has been tied back into a loose bun, some of my natural light curls falling around my face. I have very simple make-up, I'm not the type of person who craves attention by glamming myself up. I sigh softly and hold my bouquet to my stomach, holding my hand out to Hailie. She takes it smiling and intertwines our fingers together tightly. She's as nervous as I am.

"Ready?" I smile at her. She nods, returning a bright smile as we start to walk down the aisle. I can feel myself searching for Marshall. When I can't see him my heart sinks. But I keep a bright smile and carry on walking. I see my future husband before me. He's smiling brightly.

I hardly think when I say my vows:

"I McKayla Hope take you Arthur Watson to be my husband,

To have and to hold from this day forward,

For richer, for poorer.

To love and to cherish,

According to God's holy law, and in the presence of God I make this vow,

Till death do us part,

In sickness and in health,

For better, for worse."

(At The After Party)

。・゜・(McKayla)・゜・。

Arthur has his arm firmly around my waist, he dips his head down and whispers rude things about my mother's dress in my ear. I pretend I find the things he's telling me funny, but I don't.

Marshall storms into the hall, his eyes bright with rage and excitement. I quickly pull away from Arthur and lift up the lace of my skirt and run to him. I quickly cup his face in my soft hands and examine him. His alcohol breath fans over my make-up covered face. I sigh softly, running my fingers down to his arms and intertwining our fingers together.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Can I talk to you in private?" His baby blue eyes beg.

I nod and lead him into the storage room of the hall. The room lights up, the bulb flickering slightly at first, and I get to take a better look at Marshall. He looks upset, his lips turned downwards slightly, as if he were a pouting puppy. His eyes grasp onto my own. His tongue glides over his lower lip, lingering as it moves, I find myself watching his every movement.

He takes a deep breath, before placing his big hands on the bends of my waist and pulling me to him. I rest my hands on his black blazer and look up at him, my breath hitching in my throat. Before I even know what's happening, his head dips down and he presses his conniving lips against mine.

I don't even realise that I'm kissing him back until my fingers are tangled behind his head. His hands find my thighs and he picks me up, carefully not ripping the lace of my dress.

"Marshall..." I whisper softly, breaking my lips away from his. "I can't."

"Please. One last time?" His head dips down into the bend of my neck, where he peppers kisses along my sensitive collarbone.

I shiver under his light touch, "I'm married."

"So am I." He doesn't pull away; he just holds me tighter in his arms.

I look up into my best friend's eyes. The boy I grew up with, the man he's turned into. The boy I love.

"One last time." I nod breathlessly. A smile tilts his lips and he kisses me again...

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