Complicated (Eminem fan fiction)

Chapter 1

I just moved to Detroit for like a week ago and just started working in a new company as an makeup artist and stylist which has been my work for years now. I've worked with big celebrities for a couple of years now and I've been in this business for like 8 years. Since I was 15 I knew that I wanted to work with beauty and fashion, my foster parents are pretty wealthy so they paid for my school. Before I moved to Detroit I lived in LA but this company offered me a deal I couldn't say no to and I'm still gonna travel around a lot. To be honest I really needed to get away from LA because I had a really bad break up with a guy and now I need a fresh start. This is my third day at work and the only one I've really talked to is Leticia, she's really cool and she's a really beautiful black woman. She grew up here in Detroit and you can feel that, she's a bit ghetto but she's fun to be around.

Leticia comes into my office in my lunch break, we all have our own office for meeting with our clients and stuff.

"I forgot to ask you, have you been out partying here in Detroit yet?" She asks me.

"No yet." I say smiling. I haven't had the chance with all the moving and stuff.

"Well then it's about time man. Are you up for that tomorrow night?"

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, either I hook us up with a party or else we find a fucking club."

"I'm on."

"Cool, shall we crab a drink at my place first?"

"Yeah." I say smiling.

We exchange numbers so she can text me her address. I'm really looking forward to party with her because I'm a real party girl and Leticia and I just click, so it's gonna be a lot of fun.

The next day I get ready, I'm wearing a short red and black dress, some black pumps and I have my long blond hair curled. I drive over to Leticia's place at 10, she lives in a small nice apartment. She looks really nice today in her tight shorts and a top which shows off her stomach, her hair is a little messy but in a cool way, the fact is that no matter what Leticia does she still looks beautiful. Leticia stands there with a joint in her hand and it doesn't even surprise me.

"You smoke?" She asks me and offers me the joint, I actually do smoke weed once in a while.

"Yeah." I say and I begin to smoke while I sit down on her couch while Leticia heads out in the kitchen.

"Do you like beer?" She yells from the kitchen.

"Yeah." I say and she comes back with two beers, she hands me a beer and she gets her joint back. "So where are we going?" I ask.

"We're heading out to one of my dawgs." She says. I actually hoped that we wouldn't go to a private party but hey it might gonna be fun.

"What's his name?"

"Deshaun, but we all call him Proof."

"Why do you call him that?"

"Man girl, don't you know Proof?"

"Should I?" I ask confused. I don't know other people in Detroit than my coworkers.

"Proof from D12?"

"Is it Proof from D12?" I ask in surprised.

"Yeah man, he's my dawg yo, I grew up with those boys."

"Cool." I say smiling. I actually like D12 a lot and specially Eminem, so now I don't mind that it's a private party.

"So are you a daily smoker?" She asks me and gives me the joint again.