So Far...(Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 3: The Dream

        I felt content. Happy even. Haha, this is obviously a dream I thought to myself.  I was sitting on a bench in a park. The beauty of my surroundings was a dead give-a-way that this wasn’t reality. In the world that I was used to everything looked old and rough and worn down. Here the grass was plush green and the sun was shining like out of the cartoons Brandon liked to watch whenever the cheap TV antenna would work. Then I felt the strong, muscular arms that were wrapped around me. I turned my head to see who the arms belonged to and found icy blue eyes. There was no mistaking that these eyes belonged to the boy from the corner market, but I was still confused.

        “Marshall?” I was looking into a face that was much older than that of the boy. This man was in his late thirties or possibly early forties. But still there was no mistaking those eyes. I also recognized Marshall’s cute, pointy nose.

        “Yeah, Baby?” His voice was so low and husky and… sexy. Holy shit. The excitement that I felt in the pit of my stomach was new to me.

        “Wha- I’m confused…” What in the hell was going on? Looking deeper into those eyes, I caught a glimpse of my own reflection and what I saw shocked me even further. I’d always thought I was okay looking. Brown eyes, brown hair, light skin, and a smidgen on the skinny side. Okay but boring. I’d definitely never thought of myself as beautiful, nor had anyone ever called me beautiful. But the woman whose reflection I saw WAS beautiful. She looked nearly as old as this Marshall, possibly a year or two younger. I suppose the woman did look like me in a way, because she possessed the same features. But there was a light in her eyes that I’d never had. Her skin seemed to radiate with warmth and happiness. The very slight laugh lines on her face showed her joy and kindness.

     Taken aback by how bizarre this all was, I scrambled to gather my jumbled thoughts and realized that something was missing. “Um, where’s Brandon?” Obviously the relationship between the man and this version of me was very close, so it seemed likely that he would know something of my life.

     Marshall pulled back slightly with a look of bewilderment laced with concern and… something else, possibly sadness? “What do you mean, Brianna?” He began cautiously. “You know what happened... Are you sick again? Do you feel alright?” Why was he looking at me like I was a crazy person?

     “Wha- What the hell are you talking about, Marshall? Why would I be sick and where the fuck is my brother?” Oh my God, this was so fucking confusing. “Just give me straight answers.”

     “Baby, I know you feel guilty about Brandon, but it wasn’t your fault. I know you miss him, but you’ve taken the time to grieve, and now you need to heal. You have to prove that you’ve gotten better so that you can go home and we can finally be together.”

      It felt like a century had passed before his words finally registered in my mind. Oh God, I felt like I was gonna be sick. How could this feel so real? Had the day I’d feared for so long finally come? Something terrible must have happened to my brother and in response I’d lost my sanity. Had I been living in the fucking crazy house? And on top of that, what the hell was going on between me and Marshall? I gave this Marshall an once-over for the first time. He was dressed in a plain grey shirt, leather jacket, dark rinse jeans and Black Nike Airs. His attire was vastly different from the worn out clothes the teenage Marshall wore.

      I decided to take advantage of the situation before the dream ended and this man was gone forever. I looked up into those beautiful eyes. “Marshall, if you could go back and give advice to the seventeen year old version of me, what would you say?”

       I’d feared that he’d look at me as if I were crazy again, but his eyes only held a seriousness as he answered my question. “Baby, I would try to explain to you that there are just some things you can’t control. Bad things have to happen sometimes for a reason. It’s inevitable, like dying.” We both cringed a little at the poor choice of words. “Obviously, I would also warn you to try harder to keep your temper under control. I know that’s probably your biggest regret. And finally I would ask you to never give up on us, no matter how much of an ass I can be at times.” He shifted me slightly in his arms so that I was now sitting on his lap. “Brianna, I want you to know that I really, really do love you. You wouldn’t be able to fathom just how much. I’m so sorry for the times I’ve hurt you or I wasn’t there for you. I realize now just how fucking stupid I was at times, and I’d spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you if you’d just let me.”

      Wow. I actually had no idea what the fuck he was talking about, but he sure was turning me on. I leaned up slightly and carefully brought my own lips to his. The kiss was absolutely perfect, not that I’d ever been kissed before. He brought my face closer to his and deepened the kiss. Our lips seemed to match perfectly and melt together. I planned to enjoy my first blissful moment before I was pulled out of it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and completely relaxed my body. God, he smelt so good. My mind began to explore the idea of what could happen beyond just kissing and I was filled with excitement. You could definitely call me inexperienced and at times I was very fed up with being the dorky little virgin. As our kissing grew much more intense all I wanted was to live in the moment and get lost within each other. I felt loved for once and it was a very intoxicating feeling. I would’ve done anything for this man in that moment, even though I didn’t really even know him. But for some reason I knew his words were true and I was certain he loved me. And that was all that mattered.

      The kissing session had eventually brought us to the ground and he was lying on top of me in the grass when the sound of a very pissed off bitch snapped me out of my blissful dream state.