Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

I'm a Nervous Wreck

"Okay what was so important that I had to fly in from California after a important business meeting to come see you?" Paul said entering the room with a cappuccino in his hands still trying to fight his jet lag.

"Bro, I think i'm whipped." Marshall said sitting on his studio's couch with his head in his hands with a very disgruntled look on his face.

"Whipped? Wait, don't tell me you actually interested in somebody." Paul laughed immediately perking up at this astounding and very rare news that he wasn't sure he was ever gonna here from Marshall after Kim and Mariah did him in.

"Nah man, not interested, literally like whipped, whipped like a fricking ice cream cone." He repeated his voice sounding completely panicked and in disbelief which was also very uncharacteristic of his crazy brown headed friend that usually remained stoic with a unbelievable dry sense of humor.

"Alright man, who's the chick?" Paul asked sitting across from him on the other couch that had a coffee table in between where he placed his now luke warm cappuccino.

"She's not JUST a chick Paul, she is the most smartest woman I've ever seen in my fricking life, she's not hot, and she wear's braces, but she's extremely cute man, like extremely cute, like if you had a kitten with a ball of yawn kinda cute, and her laugh..God her laugh is like sun on a cloudy day, she's not rude, but she's a bit sassy. Not really into fashion, but always manages to keep it classy, And did I mention she's SUPER smart? Like she does her own taxes dude, HER OWN TAXES, and she graduated top of her school and got a perfect score on her ACT's  A PERFECT SCORE!" He ranted.

"Okay man calm down, wow you really is whipped.." Paul laughed a friendly chuckle making Marshall all the more out of his wits than he already was.

"Yes, and she's completely out of my league man, I didn't even graduate high school how the heck am I gonna get a woman like that?" He questioned.

"How did you even find out all that information?" Paul questioned while Marshall slowly looked up at Paul with a guilty stare.

"I kinda stalked her Facebook.." He confessed.

"Wow." Paul laughed again.

"And her Instagram...and her twitter...and her Snap chat...and I might've went through the phone book and called her mom and asked some questions.." He admitted feeling his face turn red as Paul's laughter had went up to a full on ten.

"Marshall Oh My God, I have never seen you like this, who is she?" He asked after his laughter seized a bit.

"It's y/n." He admitted feeling himself sweat a bit just mentioning your name.

"YOUR NEW ASSISTANT!?" Paul exclaimed.

"Shut up man, not so loud!" Marshall snapped fearing that you might've heard from outside.

"Bruh, you need to ask her out." Paul encouraged while he watched Marshall shake his head back and forth.

"NO, she's out of my league! The girl got accepted into Harvard man, and is only my assistant because she needs the money! She has so much ahead of her and she doesn't need a rapper who didn't even graduate high school slowing her down." He frowned.

"Marshall you know that ain't true, your really smart yourself and managed to become a multi millionaire without even finishing high school, your one of the best rappers known to man kind, and lastly your grammar and word knowledge is threw the roof, plus you had a word entered in the frickin dictionary dude, you literally made history!" Paul encouraged.

"Man, I don't know." Marshall sighed weighing through the different scenario's of asking you out, all drawing up a negative outcome.

"Just ask her out!" Paul sighed hating how stubborn his friend was at times.