The shoe girl (an Eminem fan fiction)

The girl who ran in an oversized t-shirt aroun NY

Maddison's POV

I wake up in a really comfy bed. It felt like heaven itself.

Well at the same time, anything is better than my bed. In all honesty, the ground is more comfortable than my bed but I still sleep in it because of the rats.

Yes, my apartment is that disgusting.

I slowly got up, trying not to make my heacache worst. Ah Lord, I always tell myself to not drink but sometimes I just forget.

My head was killing me so I slowly got up.

"Thanks Obama..." I whispered

I noticed I didn't have the clothes I had on yesterday but a really large t-shirt. Weird.

I looked at the night stand next to me only to find two Advils and a glass of water.

"Is this heaven?" I quietly asked while taking the pills

Now to me this is heaven, I'm usually too poor to afford any pain killers.

I walk out a door that I supposed leaded to some kinf of exit. It leaded to a hallway

Bingo. I was walking down the hallway and came into a big opening.

I stopped right on my tracks.

Hold on a sec. I wake up in an unknown house, wearing unknown clothes, taking unknown meds and I'm calm? What the fuck?

"Ah you are finally awake!" I hear a husky voice say behind me

I turn around to be confronted with a kitchen and a shirtless Eminem. He had a freaking eight pack. An eight pack. Okay, I can die happily now.

I almost opened my mouth to drool but quickly got a hold of myself. Okay Maddison think! What to do?

I uneasily chuckled and scratched my head while saying "Ah yeah! Ha ha ha. Right, so hum morning?"

I see him look down at my legs and I follow his gaze. I find out that while I raised my hand to my head the t-shit I was wearing also rose revealing my panties. I'm a genius!

I quickly put it down and clear my throat to get Marshall's attention off of my legs.

"Right Angel, want something to eat?" He asks turning around

Angel? Why is he calling me that?

"If it isn't too much to ask, I would love some food" I say looking at my feet while playing with my thumbs

"Of course it isn't. Please sit down" he says while gesturing at one of the stools

I (ungracefully) get on the stool and play with my thumbs awkwardly. I am not a social person and I absolutely do not know how to flirt with guys.

"So how did I end up here?" I ask hesitantly

He turned away from the stove to look at me confused.

"You don't remember?" he asked

"Well if I did I wouldn't be asking now would I?" I snapped grumpily "Sorry I'm not a morning person, especially with a hangover" I added smiling apologetically

"Well after you ran away from the stage I went looking for you only to find a dude chasing after you. After arguing about how you would be going home I picked you up and you started crying. I was trying to bring you home when you asked to stop the car. You ran into a liquor store and bought I think around seven bottles of alcohol. You started drinking, I tried to take the bottles away but you kept drinking. After I picked you up once again and threw you inside the car. You started crying and feel asleep" he explained

I tried to remember but the more I tried the more my head hurt.

"Yeah I still don't remember shit and I really don't want to" I said laying my head down on the cool marble. My headache eased at the contact of the cold stone.

"What happened yesterday?" Eminem asked while placing a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of me

"I really don't want to talk about it. Thanks for the pancakes" I said cutting into the pancakes

He sighted but started eating his pancakes.

Then it hit me. "What time is it?" I asked preoccupied

He checked his watch and said "Hum 10:38 am. Why?"

I chocked on the piece of pancake I was chewing. "Fuck! I'm so fucking late! Fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Marshall asked worried

"Where are my clothes?" I asked frantically

"You threw up yesterday and your clothes are still dirty" he said

"Well isn't this my lucky week!" I said while throwing my arms in the air "I never thought I would use the therm but I guess I'm yoloing this one out!" I said

I looked around and saw my backpack and shoes on a nearby couch. I quickly put on my shoes and grabbed my bag. Okay I would probably either be so glad I did this or regret it for the rest of my life.

I once again looked around and saw this huge double door. Please, I don't ask for much but please let luck be on my side for once. I ran to it and pushed the doors. They led to a street.

Yes! I looked back only to see Eminem look at me confused. Sorry bro but I can't be late.

With that I ran.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, I was running around New York in just and oversized t-shirt and converses.





So sorry guys this isn't as long as usual and it doesn't have Eminem's POV in it. It's currently 2:02 am and I really felt like I had to post for all of you people who are reading my book.
I want to thank everyone who voted and comment, knowing people actually like what I'm writing is really a great feeling.
I promise I'll update soon and I hope you enjoy it!