The shoe girl (an Eminem fan fiction)

Bra shopping!

Maddison's POV

"You can't be serious" Marshall mumbles looking at the store.

I grin widely "Oh hell yes I am! You are going in there and buying a bra!"

Before he can say anything I drag him inside the store. It's morning so there aren't many customers but still some. Some of them are staring at Marshall as if they were trying to place who he is.

I move swiftly across the bras until I find an employee. It's a young blonde girl with a smile plastered on her face. I walk up to her with a smile of my own, dragging Marshall by the hand.

"Hi! I would like to see if you could measure my..." I trail off looking at Marshall for help as to how I should call him.

"I'm her boyfriend" he precises glaring at me.

"Yeah whatever. Could you please measure my boyfriend?" I question looking at a confused employee.

"But miss, he is a man" she points out.

"So? Victoria Secret prefers one gender in particular?" I asks my eyebrow raised in challenge.

"No of course not. But" she stops and starts staring at Marshall.

"Are you Eminem?" she asks after a few seconds more of staring.

"Yeah I am, so could you please measure me so I can be done with this?" he questions annoyed.

She nods eagerly before taking his measures.

"You are a 44B" she announces smiling at him.

I bite my lip to try and keep my laughter in.

"Yeah you have small boobs. Could you bring us a pink extreme push-up bra with a lot of shiny things?" I questions looking at the employee.

She nods and jogs off inside the store.

"I can't believe you are actually doing this to me" he mumbles looking at the ground.

I grin evilly before giving him a hug which he returns. We stay quiet for a moment before I break the silence.

"You will look fabulous in pink don't worry. Plus it will accentuate your tattoos" I point out smiling at him.

He rolls his eyes before kissing me. I return the kiss until someone clears their throat. We break the kiss and look at the blonde girl holding different pink bras.

I grab the one that shines the most and hold it against Marshall's chest.

"Perfect!" I exclaim while dragging Marshall to the checkout.

We pay for the bra and exit the store with me smiling like a little kid and Marshall mumbling under his breath.

"Oh stop acting like a baby! If it cheers you up I'll even go buy an item of your choice" I propose looking at him over my shoulder.

He abruptly stops and grins evilly.

"You are horrible!" I exclaim, my face red.

"Oh come on, you made me buy a bra, the only thing fair is you buying some guy underwear" he explains dragging me through the store.

"Can't we just go buy some at Target?" I ask looking at the floor.

"You made me buy at Victoria Secret, I'm making you buy at Calvin Klein" he answers smiling.

I huff and puff now mad at my stupid idea of trying to cheer him up. I always get myself in some kind of mess just because I'm nice.