The shoe girl (an Eminem fan fiction)

Born with two left feet

Maddison's POV

I wake up to a loud thud.

Really? Did anyone had any consideration for my beauty sleep? 

I groan and get up annoyed. I snatch my glasses from the night stand an walk out of the room to find the source of the noise.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

So I did the only thing I could.

I burst out laughing!

Marshall was trying to dance but was failing miserably at it!

"You... you were...." I couldn't speak properly and I was now laying on the floor holding my stomach.

Marshall was looking at me annoyed and embarrassed and I could see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Are you done?" he asks annoyed.

I take deep breaths trying to calm my laughter. I get up and wipe the few tears that escaped during my laughter.

"Yeah" I reply breathless.

"So what song were you dancing to?" I ask genuinely curious.

"I have to go to this late night talk show and dance to Crank That by Soulja Boy but I can't seem to get the choreography right" he explains.

"Yeah I got that part. It's a pretty easy choreography actually" I say.

He scoffs "Yeah right I'd like to see you do it"

I smirk. Guys and their egos.

"Hit it" I order walking to the center of the room.

He presses a button on the stereo and the song starts.

I do the choreography easily and then look at him like 'what now?'

"How?" he asks in disbelief.

"Marshall, I'm a dancer. You should seriously think before challenging someone" I explain shrugging.

His eyes widen and he looks at the ground embarrassed "I didn't know" he mumbles.

"No harm was done. Now when is this talk show?" I ask.

"Tonight" he mutters.

"Well then we have work to do. Okay let's do this!" I say moving once more towards the center of the room.

He looks at me and grins.

For the next hours I teach Marshall the choreography.

I've taught a lot of people this choreography but let me tell you, he CANNOT dance.

Many times did I just sit down and took deep breaths to calm myself. He cannot walk a straight line in beat.

"NO!" I roar for the hundredth time.

I felt like I was going to be bold by the end of the night. I pulled my hair in frustration so many times you wouldn't believe me.

I slapped, kicked, insulted Marshall to last for the whole year.

"FINALLY!" I yell throwing my hands in the air

After what felt like an eternity we got the whole choreography without any mistakes.

I drop to the floor breathless and happy.

"I swear if you mess up tonight you will never see the light again. And I'll even hunt you in hell" I threaten.

"Alright" he says chuckling laying down next to me.

For a few minutes we lay there, trying to catch our breaths.