Roommates [EMINEM] (COMPLETED & BEING EDITED)

Chapter Thirty-One

[EMINEM]
(MUSIC IS EMINEM AT THE GRAMMY'S 2011. P.S it's awesome!)

Going to the studio after so long feels like a relief; a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. My second home is here, it's where me and my friends have hung for years. I take McKayla's hand and take her out of my Mercedes. We walk through to the reception of Aftermath Studios and sign in. The receptionist nods, she's obviously used to seeing famous people.

She has the typical receptionist look, a tightly pinned back bun, and a grey jacket with a white shirt underneath. She has light make up on, nothing too fancy or slutty. To be honest she looks nice, but she isn't my type. She's too formal. And it's not like I need someone at the moment, I already have that person.

I know McKayla is nervous, and I know that everyone will take the piss and tease her. But she is Detroit born and bred, she won't take shit from them. That makes me proud to call her mine.

I walk through and grin, spotting 50 and Dre. They both have their backs turned to me, messing around with the mixing table. They're obviously making some beats.

"Yo, these beats better be for a new single you've done for me." I break the silence, teasing my friends.

They both turn quickly. 50 smirks,"I was wondering when you'd drag your white ass back here."

He clasps my hand in his and shares a tight bro hug with me,"I've missed you man."

"Me too. How're my girls?" I pat his back, pulling away and looking at him.

"They're doing great, spending some girly time with Daphne. So they'll be all glammed up for ya." He nods.

"Great, glad they've been spoilt." I chuckle, turning to Dre. "It's nice to see you man." I pull him into a bro hug and pat his back.

"You too Em, how was London?" He asks.

"Wet. Raining. Wet." I shrug.

"Not much different to here then , huh? And who's this?" He gestures to McKayla, who's standing by the door. I can tell she's examining them, their personalities and their looks. "She's hot on the news at the moment."

"This is McKayla, a super old friend of mine." I walk back to her and wrap my arm around her shoulders.

She elbows me in the side,"Cheeky bastard I'm not old."

"Of course you not," I smile playfully.

"Show off."

The boys roll their eyes at me, chuckling slightly. They can probably tell that McKayla is my girl.

She simply rolls her eyes.

"Yo, wait, you picked up on the fact that I called you old, but not that I called you a 'friend'." I look at her.

She looks at me,"I guess that's what I'll tell you when you want your dick ridden." She raises her eyebrow and crosses her arms.

Ouch. The bitch can bite.

Both of the boys don't know how to react, it must've been obvious that we have a thing, but maybe not that we were fucking?

"Yo, you had a message from Rihanna whilst you were gone, she wants to do another song with you." Dre says, passing me lyrics. "We have a beat prepared, and she should be coming in tomorrow."

"Great, contact her back for me man, it'll be nice to see her again."

After fucking around in the studio, I take McKayla home quite early, seeing as she is pissed at me. 1) for calling her a old. 2) for calling her a friend. And 3) for admitting that it'd be nice to see Rihanna again.
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