Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

。・゜・(McKayla)・゜・。
(MUSIC IS LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE)
[WHO KNOWS WHAT SONG THE QUOTE IS FROM?]

I carry Samantha off of the flight, trying my best to cover her from the cameras. The press know that Marshall is back in America. And they all want the gossip.

Marshall doesn't even bother to pull his hood up, people already know it's him. Hailie is probably used to this by now, because she just walks normally and waves at some people. Marshall wraps his arm around me and tries his best to cover mine and Samantha's face.

People push pieces of paper at him, begging for autographs.

"I ain't answering any fucking questions!" He exclaims, opening the car door for me. I get inside and buckle Samantha in.

His security guard calls out to him,"Em! We need to go man."

Marshall sticks his middle finger up at the crowd and gets in next to me in the car. Hailie sits by us, Samantha sandwiched inbetween Marshall and I.

"That was-" Samantha breathes heavily. "So freakin' cool! Uncle Em is really popular."

"Uncle Em?" Both Marshall and I repeat.

"Yeah!" She smiles sweetly.

"Okay." I laugh softly at her comment. I glance over at Marshall from above Samantha's head and smile. He meets my gaze.

"I'm sorry 'bout that. Stupid idiots don't know who's business to stay out of."

"Don't worry about it." I kiss his cheek. "We've got more to come from this though, huh?"

"Definitely. Shit hasn't even hit the fan yet." He says.

I look at him again.

"But we'll just have to pull through it, right?"

I nod.

*time skip to Marshall's house! Brought to you by Slim Shady with a chainsaw!*

I run a hand through my hair, I've finished unpacking Samantha's things in her new room. She lies down in her bed and cuddles with the pillow. She's weird like that.

I tuck the duvet all around her, smiling softly at her adorableness. She curls up,"I love you mummy."

"And I love you." I smile, leaving a lamp on and walking out. I gently close the door and wonder to where mine and Marshall's room is.

He's stood on the balcony, his back turned to me. I walk to him and wrap my arms around his torso from behind. He tenses slightly for a second,"Only me." I mumble softly, planting a kiss inbetween his shoulder blades. His shoulders relax at the small kiss.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"Not really. Are you?"

"Nah." He says.

"I guess that means we'll just hang?" I suggest.

"Well," he turns and takes my waist. "I was thinking of going in the pool."

"But I don't have a swimsuit." I protest.

"When did I ever say you needed one?" He smirks softly and leans down, brushing his lips against my collar bone.
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Hey guys! So yeah, the next chapter, as you can tell, will be smexy. With our beautiful guy Eminem! Woo hoo! So I asked my mum if I could go to an Eminem concert when I'm 15 (because I read that you can go at 15 if you're with an adult of 18+) and she said no. And I was like 'but muuuuum' and she just said 'it's not the music I have a problem with. It's the crowds of people there. It'll be filled with druggies and thugs.' And I was like 'wha?!?!' You guys aren't druggies or thugs right? It's actually cool if you are XD
ANYWAY, please vote and comment!
-Kobi_Mathers