The day after....

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okay so I put on my dress for my job, slipped on some heels and ran out that door. OMG I couldn't stop thinking about that night. he was so romantic and full of desire. I work at club like place as a musician of course he didn't know that. Amber was my best friend she had black straight hair, lots of tattoos and she wasn't exactly the girl you would expect to be my friend but I loved her, she always was there for me I guess. she was a heart crusher. Amber got hurt a number of times, I was always there same for me.  she asked me how was last night,  for some reason she knew something was up, I must have been flushed. I told her about meeting Marshall and having relations. she gasped, " The Eminem,No fucking way" she was a big Eminem fan. she asked me to meet him.  I said sure whatever. she wouldn't stop blabbing I could tell he was annoyed. when she left he told me "don't bring your friend here,  I'm not some toy". I got mad " so you think you can tell me what to do now Mr. Mather's, I said it sarcastically. he smiled " yeah I think I can". he got turned on. he grabbed me by the waist and put on some music, we danced for a while, until he said,  " what the fuck is this shit", I laughed. he turned to me and said I got to go to the studio. I asked "when are you coming back", he said " later". he left.

Marshall's Pov

I called proof. " aye what's up"

I told him " well I met a girl", he got frustrated " are you serious a groupie again I'm tired of having to help you with those girls" I said " no, she's not a groupie, she's actually chill, she's amazing, she loves music, she got pissed at me a few times,  we had sex, then I made her breakfast, I want you to meet her". he said " okay after we record at the studio I'm free so,  wait,  you haven't told me Mr's. Mather's name". I laughed " her name is Clarissa" he looked at me and said " hmm I don't know em". I yelled " you don't even fucking know her yet". he looked pissed off but happy " well let's get to work let's write some shit". after hours of writing we came up with some stuff, one called purple pills I think but I'm high so I don't really know Anymore. " hey, hey,  prooooooooffff, let's fuck" he punched me " WHAT THE FUCK IM NOT A FAG" I laughed then fell I saw puppies and proof smoking another blunt. then it just blacked out.

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