Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter Twenty-Three

。・゜・(McKayla)・゜・。
[MUSIC IS HELLO]

Hailie sighs, running a hand through her blond hair. She looks at the numbers on the doors as we walks down the V.I.P section of the hotel. Samantha toddles at my side, lost in her own world of thought. I often wonder what she thinks about. Does she miss Arthur? Has she even noticed that he's gone? Does she hate me for it?

We finally find his room. Hailie decides to knock the door, bouncing on the heels of her feet impatiently. I find myself smiling at this little gesture. It reminds me of Marshall. My heart sinks at the thought of him. My hands suddenly become clammy and my heart starts to race. Maybe Marshall hates me. I won't blame him if he does. I'd hate me.

When Marshall finally comes to the door, my heart stops beating. All that he's wearing in some jogging bottoms. I could easily outline his muscles, his V line, his abs, everything. I try not to drool. But I know that if I was an anime character, I would be having a nosebleed.

We walk into his room, a platinum hotel room. The bed is king sized, obviously big enough for the Rap God, with creaseless sheets on top of it. The room is pretty big, considering that it's a hotel room. There's also a balcony, but I doubt that Marshall would go on there, it's too public.

Hailie sits down with Marshall, Samantha sat on Marshall's lap.

I wish I could sit on Marshall's lap.

She explains why she's here, about Kim being in rehab. About the other girls being in Detroit. But luckily, Curtis and Daphne are looking after them. Hailie ends her conversation in tears, and Marshall wraps his arms around her, resting his head ontop of hers. He says soft things to his daughter.

This makes me wonder if he'd have been the same if our baby had survived. Would he have kept him or her a secret? Or be proud?

Our eyes meet each other's, his blue ones making me catch my breath. Marshall mumbles something inaudibly to Hailie. She nods, glancing at me, she smiles and takes Samantha out of the room. I stand up to follow, but Marshall grasps my wrist. I quickly turn and look at him.

His other hand takes my hip and pulls me against his chest. He continues to hold my wrist, but softens his grip,"Do you still hate me?"

My head begins to shake without me even realising it,"I couldn't stay mad."

"Thank fuck." His head dips down and presses its lips against mine. I gasp softly, kissing back. I melt again him, my hand holding the back of his neck.

I don't want to ever be away from him again. Not again. Not ever. I just want him. I want us to work. To be okay. To be perfect.

Even though I know this is impossible, you can't stop a girl from dreaming. Right?
______________________So yeah! They're back! Karshall!!! I think that would be the ship name anyway XD. So yeah, please vote and comment! Thanks for reading!

-Kobi_Mathers