So Far...(Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Bad Influence

~Marshall's POV~                
   I thought about the similarities between us as I pulled Bri along behind me. We both knew what having shitty parents felt like. She also knew what it was like having it rough in general, and above all, she knew what raising a little brother by yourself without actually knowing how to raise him was like. That gut wrenching fear was something that we had in common. That amount of understanding was something I'd always wished for in a girl, and I felt that we connected in way that I couldn't with most bitches. I was imediately drawn to Brianna's strength directly after meeting her, it just seemed to radiate off her. It also didn't hurt that she was fine as hell. She had such a nice structure and a face that I just wanted to kiss. I could tell by the way she carried herself though that she didn't know how beautiful she was. I longed to hold her in my arms and whisper into her ear just how gorgeous she was, to make sure she felt beautiful and cared for. Hopefully I would get the chance to do so in the future. How I had such strong feelings for some chick I'd just met was beyond me.

    Brianna came to a sudden stop when I began to approach the abandoned house, stopping me as well because our hands were still intertwined. 

  "What the fuck?" She started, dropping my hand. "Marshall, this is where you're taking me?" She felt unsafe. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach at that. I wanted her to trust me, but how could she? WHY would she?

   "Don't worry, Bri. This is just a place that my friends and I hang out at. I stay here sometimes when mom won't let me in the house."

   "But doesn't someone own this house?"

    "Nah, there are lots of abandoned houses in Detroit. No one will notice that we're here." She still looked uneasy as she stared at the large grey house. The peeling paint and walls that were beginning to crumble probably weren't very reassuring.

   "It's safe, I promise. Proof should be here soon, so it's not like you'll be alone in the big scary house with me."

   She turned to me with humor in her eyes. "That's not what I was worried about. And who's Proof?"

   What then had she been worried about? This was a girl that would always keep me guessing, and that only made her more interesting. "He's my best friend. His real name is Deshaun, but he prefers to be called Proof."

  "Interesting. How long have you been friends?" Her keen expression implied that she was truly interested. She wanted to know about me, even the small, boring bullshit. That went both ways, I was fascinated by anything she had to say.

   "Since I was like, fourteen I think. We were both skipping school and we met while he was putting up flyers for a rap show. I showed him that I could rap and he was the first person to overlook my skin color. He saw something in me that no one else has. We've been tight ever since and we've formed our own rap group with four of our other friends."

   "Wow, that's awesome. And I don't think I've ever heard you talk so much at once." She gave me the most adorable grin I'd ever seen.

  "Haha, Bri. You're so funny." She laughed. "I told you I don't talk much." Why did she think my serious tone was so funny?"

  "Marshall, laugh more. Smile more. It's good for you." She grabbed my hand and our fingers were intertwined once again. "I think that's the key to life: don't take it too seriously. Now, lead the way, sir." She gestured to the front door of the house.

  "No, that's not the way we do it." I replied very seriously. I untangled our fingers and linked our arms together. "Are you ready for your escort, my lady?"

  She chuckled heartily. "Pleeaase tell me you're not one of them corny as fuck guys? Cuz' I don't think I'd be able to handle that shit."

   I tried to take her suggestion by smiling. Don't be too serious all the time. "Girl, don't be so frantic, I'm just a hopless romantic."