A New Start (Eminem FanFic)

It's Been A While

Should I really go on this date? I mean why would he even ask me out? How old is he even? I thought he had a daughter that was about 15.. I guess there's only one way to find all of this out without just asking him; Wikipedia. I typed 'Eminem' into my computer and got pages and pages of results. I clicked on the first link to a Biography page.

Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1975) [I know his birthday is in 1972 I'm just changing it to benefit my story for now], better known by his stage name Eminem and by his alter ego Slim Shady, is an American rapper, record producer, songwriter, and actor...

That's all I can read right now, but 1977? He's 38 and I'm 27, 11 years difference. After all, age is just number Snap out of it Rose. We aren't talking about a serious relationship here. I continued reading and saw that he has three daughters, Hailie, Whitney and Laney. Hailie isn't even 10 years younger than me and Laney is only 7 years younger. Okay now seriously, snap out of it Rose! You don't need to know this stuff about his daughters!

I snapped the computer lid shut and went to my bathroom. He said to dress casually so I went to my closet and pulled out some black jeans and a creme coloured sweater. After I got dressed I fixed my curly blonde hair. My hair and my eyes have always showed my German features strongly. After making sure I looked good, but casual I walked into my kitchen and waited for Marshall.

He came after about 15 minutes and I quickly opened the door.

"Hey Marshall."

"Hey, I uh I didn't think you were going to text me back ever."

"Honestly," I smiled, "Neither did I. So where are we going?"

"Somewhere near here."

"That's really helpful, but really, where?"

"Let's just go."

He led me down the stairs towards his car. My heart started beating really fast, how do I know he's not going to take me somewhere and kill me? Or hold me as a hostage. Dammit Rose, will you just shut up? I tend to talk to myself when I'm worried. He's not going to kill you or hold you hostage.

I just had to know where we were going now, "Really Marshall where are we going?"

He chuckled, but didn't smile, "You ask a lot of fucking questions. But I we're here." As he spoke the last line we pulled into a small pizza parlor. Pizza, that's good. He turned off the car and I unbuckled then started to open my door, but he stopped me.

"Wait," He got out of the car and ran over to my side of the car and opened up the passenger door, "Let me get that for you." I got out of the car and our eyes met. His were blue, like mine but his were a light shade and told a story. I could tell that despite his angry music he was probably a really good guy.

My cheeks went pink when I realized that I was staring, I broke eye contact and stuttered, "So u-u-h we should go in now." I let him lead me inside and saw that it was relativly empty. Just a couple people, but no one seemed to notice us. We sat in the back corner and a waiter soon assisted us. He ordered a medium cheese for us to share.

Once the waiter came back with our drinks we kind of stop talking. After about 30 seconds I realized that he was staring at me, "What are you staring at?"

He sat up and I could see him tense, "What?"

"You were staring at me and I want to know why."

He hesitated before answering, "Why wouldn't I stare at you?" I was confused and I let him know so by giving him a strange look. When he noticed my expression he continued explaining, but his voice got softer, "Oh , I'm not good with words."

I had heard some of his music, "Yeah you are. I mean I've heard some of your songs and you seem pretty good with your words there."

"That's different, when I'm in the studio there's not some beautiful girl staring at me."

I could just feel my cheeks go a cherry red, so I was very glad when the waiter brought us the food and gave us a chance to stop talking for a moment.

We talked for the remainder of the time we ate and I don't know why I don't listen to his music, besides the words of course. But his voice is so soft, yet it was firm. I guess that was one of the reasons I was starting to like him. I started thinking about it and realized what I had just said I blurted out, "No!"

He was a little taken back, "Okay, so you don't like music."

I sighed, "No, no, no. That's not it. I like music, now what were you saying?"

He continued his story on the first time he met Dr. Dre, "Well I walked into the studio and the second Dre saw me he just had this what the fuck expression on his face. Apparently he didn't know that I was white until he saw me."

As we kept talking I continued to get lost in his voice...

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After we ate and started walking towards his car Marshall was flocked by a group of people.

"Eminem! Omg guys it's Eminem!" Yelled one girl

"Can I get a picture?"

"Shady over here!"

He started filling out their napkins and other scrap papers so I walked back to the car. I guess this is what hanging out with a celebrity is like.. I sighed. After everything was signed and he let them take his picture he came over and joined me.

"I'm sorry about that Rose, it happens all the fucking time and I realize it can get really annoying."

I shook my head, "No, that's fine. But we should probably get going, it looks like it's about to rain."

We got into his car and he drove me back to my apartment. I don't know why, but he insisted on walking me in. Once we were at my door I looked through my bag for a key. I pulled it out and unlocked the door.

"I had fun, Marshall. Thanks."

"So did I, and uh we should do this again."

I nodded, "Yeah." Honestly I had a lot of fun, but I don't know that I even have feelings for him.

"Aight, well I gotta get out of here, my daughters are waiting."

I smiled and walked inside. Ugh, I wish I could just decide whether or not I liked him. I think I'm going to try and not fall for him. It's dangerous for me to fall for you because once I do, I fall hard. Hopefully he'll just forget about me. I mean he seems like a nice enough guy and he could probably get who ever he wanted, so I don't know why he would show feelings for me.

Whatever.

I started walking towards my bathroom when there was a knock on the door. I walked over to it expecting James, or one of my neighbors, but opened it to find Marshall.

"Marshall, hey. Did I leave something in your car?"

He shuffled on his feet, "Uh, no, but I forgot something."

He took a step closer to me before pulling me against him so our bodies were touching. Our faces were inches from each other. I noticed how he had a sparkle in his eyes, they were blue and soft. We were both studying each others faces, examing the others every feature. Before I could reply he cupped my head in his hands and softly pressed his lips against mine.  I could feel my heart rate slowly increase, it felt as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Probably one second passed and he pulled back.

"I had to, sorry." With that he turned around and walked down the hallway towards the staircase. I couldn't even move. It took a moment to recapture myself, but when I did I just walked back inside and lost myself again.

Marshall Mathers, Eminem, just kissed me.