Say Goodbye to Rockbottom (an Eminem Fanfiction)

11) Just Don't Give a Fuck

July 2nd 1998

*Marshall's POV*

There was a dumb problem going on with the My Name Is track Dre and I had been finalizing.

Apparently, Dre sampled the beat from a guy named Labi Siffre. Now this guy's apparently some openly gay man who got offended by my lyrics. He said some shit like; "attacking two of the usual scapegoats, women and gays, is lazy writing. If you want to do battle, attack the aggressors not the victims." Whatever, man.

So Dre said I gotta change the lyrics in order for Siffre to clear the sample. Fucking, great.

Lucky for me, the Bass Brothers and I finalized another single. It was a track from my EP, Just Don't Give a Fuck. I shot the video for that earlier last week. Soon we were going to be shooting the video for My Name Is.

I hoped that video would be as fun as it was to record JDGAF, 'cause damn that shit was wild. I strangled an old lady, dressed up as an alien, I was in a pool with a bunch of bitches, we all ate some bomb ass watermelon. It was pretty dope.

We were planning on releasing the single on the 13th of October. And as soon as we do, I'm using all that money to fly up my girl back home.

Damn, I've been missing Victoria like crazy. It's been almost a year of not seeing her. The only thing I could do is call her every day but it's not enough. I've never even seen her baby bump. That's my baby inside. I need to see it. On the bright side of it all, I'm not missing out on her mood swings and random food cravings. According to Sharonda and Proof, it's been a nightmare dealing with that. I also get worried knowing she's living with Proof. I mean, I know she don't got feelings for him or anything, but he's a guy, I know what they do, I know what they're like. I am one. But fuck, I can't go thinking like that about my best friend. So I try not to think about it at all.

Nonetheless, I needed my girl with me. So I was planning to fly her up before she'd actually have the baby. Because if I were to miss the birth of my first child, I'd never forgive myself.

*Tori's POV*

"Proof" I whined while laying on the basement couch. "Proof, please come get me food, I'm really hungry!"

A few minutes later, I heard Proof trudging down the steps with a huff.

"Aight T, what is it this time?"

"I really want some like, raw meat." I say, squeezing my fingers into my palms. "Like sushi, or extremely rare beef--"

"Oh no, no no no." Proof cute me off and starts shaking his head vigorously. "You are not eatin' any type of raw meat or seafood."

"But," I felt tears form into the corners of my eyes. "I need it. So bad! You have to get some, for me." I pouted my lips.

"Tori, I can't." He puts his foot down. "I know it's one of your strange cravings but you can't go havin' raw meat or seafood while pregnant. Even I know that!"

"Not even a little bit?" I persist. "Like a small teeny-weeny bit?" I made a small gap in between my two fingers to show how small I meant.

"No." Proof huffed while turning around to walk back up the steps.

"Wait— don't leave! Please!"

Proof slowly turned back around with a shifted weight. I could tell he was beyond tired of my antics.

"What?" he asked, flatly.

"Can you at least get me some apple juice? I really want some."