So Far...(Eminem Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Last Night

"Fuck." I groaned.

I slowly moved Marshall's arm off me, rolled over, and got up off the bed. I anxiously searched for signs of a used condom or wrapper. I can't believe we fucking did it and I could'nt even remember doing it! I sighed and sat down on the floor, my efforts were useless. There was no way we had used protection, we'd both been drunk AND high as fuck. I certainly didn't make good decisions while under the influence. Like any girl, I'd always imagined that my first sexual experience would be special. 'Good goin, Bri, you fucking dipshit' I thought. More importantly, what if I was pregnant? Oh shit, oh shit. I definitely could'nt care for of a baby. I could barely take care of my little brother... Oh shit, Brandon! I'd totally forgotten about him yesterday. Shit balls! I had to go get him, maybe Marshall would let us stay here for a little while. I stood up to hurriedly search for my clothes. Just as I tried to walk I was blindsided by the worst,  most piercing headache I'd ever experienced. It was like a hammer had hit me right between the fucking eyes.

"Oh, God." I staggered, palm against my forhead. I felt like I was gonna fall over when Marshall caught and steadied me.

"Bri, what are you doing? You have a hangover, you need to lie down." He led me to the bed and I sat down. "And from your actions I'm guessing that you'd never been drunk before last night. The first hangover is usually the worst."

"I gotta go, Marshall. I have to go check on my brother." I tried to ignore my embarrasment and attempted to get up again, but he held me down.

"Okay, Bri, I'll make ya a deal." He put a hand on my chest and pushed me down so that I was lying on my back. "You stay here and rest, and I'll go check on your brother, and bring him back here. We'll light up a fire in the living room, get some warmth in the room, and just chill. It'll be nice."

I looked into those piercing blue eyes. Why was he doing this? Was he trying to take care of me? "Are you sure, Marshall?" Could I really trust him with something like this? I was so unsure.

His beautiful face held a look of complete certainty. "Yes, it's not a big deal. I got this." Oh God, it was impossible to say no to that face.

"Umm... I-... Okay. As long as you're sure. I really appreciate it."

A small smile met his lips. "Like I said, no big deal." He put each hand by either side of of my head and slowly brought his face level to my own. "Stay here and relax. I'll be back soon." Catching me by surprise, he then brought his lips softly to mine.  It wasn't the breathtakingly passionate kiss that we all dream of, but it was loving and sensual and I enjoyed it nonetheless. Too soon, before I got the chance to wrap my arms around his neck, Marshall ended the kiss. I was out of breath and he bit his lip in an attempt to hide his smile, pleased that he could so easily excite me like this. He pulled back and started dressing. God, he looked so hot shirtless.

Instead of asking for his t-shirt back he just put his coat on over his bare torso. "One last thing, I don't know which trailor is yours, because unlike you, I'm not a stalker." Normally that smirk would probably piss me off, but right then it just made me wanna push him down onto this bed and kiss him. 'Too bad I'm severely hungover...' I thought.

I took a stab at trying to gather my scattered thoughts long enough to answer him. 'Don't think about how gorgeous he is. Don't think about it, dude.' "Umm, it's- ummm..."  'Damn, he's so hot. Shit balls, I'm thinking about it! What was my fucking house number?! He's gonna think I'm a complete freak!'

His expression had turned slightly concerned while I was having my inner rant. "So, do you know.. or...?" He trailed off. Yup, he thinks imma freak. He's probably considering whether he should take  take me to the mental hospital right now, or just do it later. Doing it now would save ya some time, buddy.