The Private Chef || An Eminem Fanfiction

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"Good morning!" Royce loudly says as he walks into the kitchen, startling Danielle who had been quietly moving around.

"Don't do that." She scolds as he walks over to the island counter.

"Sorry." He says, giving her a hug.

"It's okay, and good morning." She says.

"What are you doing?" He asks her.

"Getting the snacks ready."

"Can I help?" He asks her.

"Yes, just don't eat it all before we leave." She answers.

"No promises." He jokes with a big smile.

"So, how do you feel that you're gonna be staying with your favorite rapper?"

"Honestly, I'm nervous. What if he finds me annoying? Or like a burden? I know he offered, but I'm sure he was just being nice." She answers softly.

"Well, I don't find you annoying and we're gonna get to know each other better while you're at my house." Marshall's voice startles both Royce and Danielle.

"Dude, you're like a ninja. I didn't even hear you coming." Royce says softly.

"Good morning." She says, trying to not let her gaze linger on the rapper who is dressed very comfortably, as she bags some Ritz crackers.

"Good morning. Do you need any help?" Marshall softly asks.

"You can replace Royce since I know he's eating some of the trail mix." She answers, slightly smiling to herself.

Royce and Marshall look at each other because she can't even see Royce, yet she knows he's eating the trail mix.

"How did you know?" Royce slowly asks as the teen takes the bag from him to be able to ration out four equal portions.

"You left the 'Open Here' strip on the floor." Danielle answers.

"Okay, Royce, go so I can help her." Marshall says, switching places with his buddy.

"Okay, guess I'll go put our bags in your car. Are you done with yours, Dani?" Royce asks as he walks towards the hallway.

"Yeah." She calls out her answer.

Once Royce is gone, Marshall looks her over, admiring how she's dressed. Nothing showy, just comfortable; a hoodie, black jeans, and some black and gray Nike Air Max 90 Essential sneakers.

"I'm digging your shoes." He tells her softly, slightly pointing to them, causing her to glance down at her feet for a brief second.

"Thank you. Curtis gave them to me as a birthday present two years ago." She says with a slight smile.

"When's your birthday?" He curiously asks, wondering if it's coming up or has already passed.

"February 14th." She answers while finishing up bagging some cheese cubes.

"Wait, you were born on Valentine's Day?" He asks.

"Yes." She answers with a nod.

"I bet you get double the presents from boys, huh?" He asks.

She laughs, but it's short lived.

"Nope, I have no boys after me." She answers.

"I'm sure you've got at least 20 at your feet everyday." He says, trying to be positive.

She looks at her shoes then back up at him.

"Empty, but that's okay. I mean, boys my age are highly immature and usually just look for something sexual while girls my age like their boyfriends with little to no brain cells, I've noticed." She says.