The Next Mile (Eminem Fan-Fic)

Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 10 YEARS LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Monday night and I was at Ashley's house adjusting dresses, bikinis and lingerie for an important fashion show on Saturday. It was 10 years since my visit to Detroit, and I tried my best to forget about Marshall. Since those 10 years both of our careers succeeded. I pursued my dream in modeling, moved to New York and got re-united with Ashley and Beau when they became my personal hair and make up stylists. I became a Victoria's secret angel, and also worked for a few other fashion labels. Marshall also succeeded greatly in his rap career. He got signed by Dr.Dre, won a few grammys, has released god knows how many albums and became a music icon around the world. It was weird seeing him on TV and thinking that was the Marshall I spent 2 months with 10 years ago. I remember the first time I heard about his success I was watching TV and saw his music video for a song called "My Name Is" I was mixed with emotions, but it was weird seeing him like that on TV. He started popping up everywhere: on TV, the radio, magazines...just everywhere. It made it almost impossible to get him out of my head. Many times I dialled his number, hovering my thumb above the green 'call' button, debating whether or not to call him, to congratulate him for his success, but could never bring myself to do it. 

"So guess who's coming to town?" Asked Ashley in a taunting voice.

"Santa Clause?" Asked Beau jokingly as he climbed up the stairs with a basket full of pins and supplies.

"No, B. Not Santa Clause." Replied Ashley giving Beau a look.

"Then Who?" I asked clueless. 

"Pshh, don't play dumb with me, girl. You know exactly who i'm talking about."

"No, I really don't know. Who's coming?" I asked trying to think of people I knew who would be coming to New York.

"Take a wild guess." Replied Ashley sarcastically. 

"Ummm, Mark Jacobs, Alexander McQueen, Fendi, Calvin Klein, Dries Van Noten?" I asked thinking of the first few people who's names popped up in my head first.

"No one in the fashion industry, Lo." Answered Ashley as she tightened the dress around me, so it would hug my curves and didn't just drop down at my sides. 

"Then who? I'm honestly clueless, Ash." I said honestly. 

She sighed, finally realising that I had no idea who she was talking about. "Maaaarrsshhh...." She trailed off leaving me to finish her sentence. 

"Marshall?" Beau and I asked at the same time. Beau in a slightly more excited tone than me. 

"ding, ding, ding, we got a winner!" Joked Ashley. 

"Oh, cool." I shrugged. 

"Oh, cool? Is that your answer?" Asked Ashley almost upset. 

"Lo, It's Marshall! Aren't you even a little excited he's going to be in town? I know I'm hell excited! Just imagine it Lo. Your eyes meet from across the room, immediately sparks fly, you walk towards each other and kiss each other passionately as if it were the first time." He sighed dreamily. 

"Whoa, who said I was even going to see him?" 

"Well he is going to-" Started Beau before Ashley cut him off. 

Ashley placed her right hand up, gesturing Beau to stop talking and continued on herself. " Well don't you wanna see him? I know he'll be ecstatic to see you again."  Exclaimed Ashley hopeful.

"Ash, if he wanted to see me he could've easily picked up a phone and called. Plus, he has a daughter and everything now. And his ex was pregnant while he was with me, how do I know he wasn't playing us? And if he was, then he's not really the type of guy I wanna be with." I explained.