Complicated (Eminem fan fiction)

Chapter 19

Next morning

I wake up by the sound of my phone calling. Last night was crazy and I took a cab home this morning, I have no idea what the time is but damn am I tired. I look at the phone and I see Marshall's name, so I pick it up.

"Mmh.." I mumble.

"Yo, are you awake?" He asks.

"Mmh." I mumble.

"Listen up, some fucking idiot took a picture of us last night and released it on the Internet, now it's all over the news."

"What?" I ask and my eyes widens. This is fucking bad! "Where?"

"When we had sex in the fucking car."

"Fuck." I say. This can't be happening!

"Don't worry, you had my hoddie on so no one can recognize you."

"Marshall, Michael can, he knows I had that fucking hoddie on."

"You better make him shut up then." He hisses.

"Yeah."

"You better drive over there before he sees that picture himself."

"Yeah i'm driving over there now." I promise.

"Cool, call me later, aright?" He says with a much softer voice.

"Have you heard from Kim?"

"Not yet."

"She's gonna flip when she finds out."

"I know man."

"I call you later hon."

"Bye."

We hang up and I hurry out of the bed to get dressed. I can't believe that some creep took a picture of us last night, we really need to be more careful, I can't believe we were so fucking stupid! I hurry down in the car and drive over to Michael, right now I have no idea what to say to him, it's just bad timing that I just broke it off with and now I need him to keep this secret about me and Marshall, when I swore to him last night that me and Marshall were just friends.
I knock on his door and I knock a few times before he finally opens and it's clearly that he's just got out of bed.

"Did I wake you?" I ask.

"Pretty much." He says in a tired voice as he lets me enter his apartment.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" I ask him as I sit down on the couch.

"I remember you woke me up and Eminem drove me home, if that's what you referring to." He says as he just stands and look at me with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Listen I have to tell you something, but you have you promise me that you won't tell anybody." I say.

"What?"

"Michael, you have to promise."

"I promise."

"I'm sleeping with Marshall."

"I fucking knew it." He hisses and rub his face in his hands.'

"Don't tell anyone!" I beg.

"For how long?" He asks.

"It have been going on for a year on and off but we had a really long break for like 5 months and we started sleeping together again about 2 weeks ago." I say honestly.

"That explains why you have been so distance." He sighs.

"Yeah."

"Why are you telling me this?"