You Make Me Space Bound (Eminem fanfic)

it doesnt matter.-edited

London POV

Stupid fucking doorbell.

"Marshall, remind me to take that damned thing out."

He just chuckles and tells me to go open the door.

Dre is standing on the porch; dammit if he sees Marshall here he'll throw a hissy fit. I mean, I’m signed to Marshall’s label; it’s really bad that we’ve kissed, like really bad. But I can’t find it in my heart to regret it.

"What up, Dre?"

"Not much, little one, just wanted to drop off your album so you could listen to it before it drops next week."

He hands me the CD case and I smile and thank him. When he leaves I let out a huge breath I didn't even know I was holding.

Walking into the kitchen I see Marshall standing, looking at his shoes. "Hey it was just Dre, he's gone." I smile at him as I wrap my arms around his waist hugging him.

He pulls my arms off him, and when I look up at him confused he just gives me a cold glare. "That was a mistake. I don't have feelings for you like that. You're just a kid." I swear I could hear my heart ripping. But I couldn't show him that. I had to be strong.

"Okay that's fine. We were just having fun anyways. But now I’m bored, so you know where the door is. See you later, Em." I smile at him before walking away. I could see the shock on his face that I said that but if it doesn't matter to him it doesn't matter to me. I can’t let it matter to me.

Marshall's POV

Her eyes got really wide and blue. I almost stepped back from the intensity I saw in them. But I couldn't show her that this killed me; that it killed me to say those words. I need to let her go. Her eyes went narrow and cold when she told me it didn't mean anything to her either. What? No. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She was supposed to fight me. At least scream at me for how horrible I was being. But she wasn't. She didn't care.

So I walked out the door and got into my car. Shutting the door I screamed; hitting the steering wheel with tears rolling down my face. I'm so stupid.

 Catching my reflection in the mirror I realized I looked like me when I was young. Eyes bright, blonde hair, tears rolling down my face. I looked like old me, and I don't want to be that guy anymore. Which is why I told London it didn't matter. Why I walked away. Why I started the car and drove away. And why I told myself it didn't matter. She was just a girl, after all.

Hey guys. Sorry this was short or if you thought it was boring but I needed to put this in there to get the plot rolling. Thank all of you for reading and please comment on what you think! Love all of ya! Oh and go pick up Marshall new album cause its amazing XD 

Xoxo 

-me