"Okay so I think we're lost." You say while trying to GPS where the heck y'all are.
"No we're not I can find us a way outta here." Marshall says ignoring you.
You scoffed turning to him with an agitated look on your face that displayed the look of. "Are you stupid?"
"Marshall we are in the middle of no where." You say pointing to your surroundings which was getting harder to see because day light was leaving quickly.
He suddenly stopped the car and pulled over to the side looking like he was thinking about something.
"Okay we're lost." He finally said.
"We wouldn't have been lost if you had of just asked for directions in the first place." You said rolling your eyes at how stubborn all men were in general about asking directions.
He said nothing instead he pulled out his cell phone and called his manager Paul who was expecting them at least an hour ago.
"Yo Paul, yeah man I know i'm late..Y/N got us lost." He said blaming you.
"WHAT!?" You yelled grabbing the phone out of his hands and slapping Marshall with one of his notepads upside the head.
"Paul I have you know this is all of his fault!" You said defending yourself.
"Hey Man what the hell!?" Marshall yelled in his detroitish accent (Hahaha Detroitish ain't even a word!) while rubbing his head where you had hit him.
"Serves you right." You said ignoring his angry look.
"Alright well y'all better be over here in the next half hour or else i'm taking the master suite at the four seasons hotel." Paul warned.
"NOOO that room has the Jacuzzi!" You frowned really looking forward to a nice hot soak.
"I know." Paul evily said hanging up on the two of you.
You sat in silence debating rather to kick Marshall's behind out the car or not...but if you did that..there would be a lot of angry folks wondering what happened to the rap star..
You sighed shaking your head..
"What are you doing over there, plotting to kick me out the car or something?" Marshall accused.
"How did you know??" You asked dumb founded.
"Dawg, I was kidding!" He said his eyes wide at your confession.
"Marshall this is all your fault!! What if we die out here?" You yelled looking around seeing there was nothing but wilderness and the road ahead.
"We ain't gone die." He said.
"But if we do??"
"Well...at least we're together?" He said.
You sighed coming to the conclusion that no matter what he did you could never be fully angry at him...
"Yup..at least we're together.."
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Hey you guys..am I the only one who thinks that in real life Marshall's probably really bad at directions if it isn't his familiar area like Detroit or whatever area he's currently living in now? LOL I can just imagine him getting lost like all the time..that's probably why he has drivers! :P But i'm pretty sure he does drive himself a lot of places..
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