Mr. Mathers Will See You Now

Chapter 1

Fionna's POV

I woke up in a sweat again. The stupid dreams don't go away. I looked at the clock and guess what? I WAS LATE, FINN GET UP. YOU STUPID BITCH YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WAKE UP.

My best friend just burst through my bedroom door. "Shit, sorry Fionna. I gotta go," She threw the car keys to me. Here you go.Timmy is picking me up today. I look at him, exasperated. "Bye!" He blew me a kiss and left. Great, now I'm definitely going to be late for my interview.

*an hour later*

Fuck...I only have 45 minutes left until the interview at Shady Records. I put my hair into a pony tail. Hmmm....Black and white pencil skirt, white tank top, red blazer and pumps with a bit of jewelry and a bit of a make-up and DONE! I grabbed my purse and made my way to the kitchen. Nice, 35 minutes left, I could defiantly make it, but I won't have time to make any coffee. I guess I'll swing by Starbuck.

Now, I KNOW you're probably wondering where the hell I am going and what the hell am I doing an apartment with Timothy Kjellberg, a.k.a. Timmy the only son of Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg also known as PewDiePie the current CEO of YouTube, doing sharing an apartment with an orphan. I was 15 years old when my parents died in a car crash due a very stiff cliff. I was put in a rich and well-known orphanage in Detroit. Felix's wife; Marzia could not have any more children due to some damage done in the ovaries. Felix had always wanted a daughter so they adopted me. I never called them Mom and Dad though. I always believed that that title was only for my respected parents and no one else. So, NO. Timmy is not my boyfriend. He's my big brother. Anyways, back to the present now.

I hoped into my beautiful silver Honda Civic and began to drive to Starbucks. Yup, I'm that girl. I got my coffee and began to make my car when I bumped into a hard wall. Wait, I was going to my car where did the wall come out of??? The coffee spilled all over my white blouse. "God. Fucking. Damn. It.Bitch!!! Great, just great now I'm late for my meeting and some idiot decides to bump into me." Well he what crawled up his ass. I looked up and starred him in the eye, "Well guess what, you're not the only one wit problems so get over with yourself---" I lost all my words when I saw who I was talking to. A 5"8' of a man. He smirked "Loss of words, sweetheart?" I remembered what I was going on "Yup, I was wondering how God could make such an ugly giant asshole" His expression changed from shocked, to angry, to a scowl. "Get out of my way, I have better things to do" and brushed right past me. The truth was I was still dazed. God...he was fucking beautiful!!! How did God great such a beautiful creature.

I made my way towards the building. This was it Shady Records I made my way to the lobby. A lady made her way. "Ms. Kjellberg" I nodded my head and smiled. "Come this way please" we made our way to the elevator when I asked. "Are there many people for this interview?" I really needed this job, if I wanted to stand on my own feet. I feel guilty every time I take money from Pewds now. "No, not really, the boss isn't a very..." she paused. I pitched in "Happy..." She laughed and nodded her head. "Yes" Here you can sit here there are only 2 more people in front of you. A few chairs in front of me there was a beautiful plastic Barbie doll with beautiful blonde platinum, she fucking look like that bitch Mariah Carey for fuck sake. Now, don't get me wrong, I love platinum blonde but none that I have seen look like a blonde Kim Kardashian. She looked at me and gave me on over and rolled her eyes with a smirk. Hah, she rolled her eyes at me when she can't even afford a shirt that covers her plastic boobs.

Past me a man rushed passed me and called out "One of you come in." Damn that voice sounded familiar.

The Kim Kardashian looking bitch went in first pushing her boobs so that they're practically popping out of her bra..I don't think she was in there for even 4 minutes when I heard him roar. "I DIDN'T ASK FOR A HOE. I. ASKED. FOR. A. PERSONAL. ASSISTANT. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND OR NOW??!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!" The Kim Kardashian looking bitch ran out of the room her make up running. I kind of felt bad for her. "NEXT"

Marshall's POV

"NEXT", What the fuck is wrong with women these days. I mean seriously put up and AD for a damn P.A. not a bitch to fuck everyday. God, let's just hope some angel comes from above and becomes my Personal Assistant who doesn't use push up bras. I put up my head between my hands.

"UmmmSir" I looked up and my lips formed a smile. Well, hello...Her eyes opened with surprise "you're...you're Eminem, Marshall Mathers, Slim Shady" I smirked. "Indeed, I am"

"Well then, come take a seat." Yup, you go it right. It's the brunette who bumped into me this morning and if I'm correct I was an ugly giant asshole. She sat down carefully and spoke and lowered her head "I'm sorry bumping into you this morning" her head abruptly came up.

"But please, please give me a chance I won't upset you" I nodded my head slowly thinking all of my options through. I could use her as a replacement or I could get revenge and not give her a chance. Eh, she won't hurt.

"Pass me your resume" She passed it to me swiftly. "Okay, tell me about yourself." She sat up and began. "Well, my name is Katherine Fionna Fischbach, I'm 27 years old and I'm adopted in a family, my real parents died when I was 15 and I really, really needed this job". I looked through her resume. She did qualify for the job and she does sound and looks quiet mature for he age.
"You got the job, Fionna. Good job." She brightened up and looked up.

"You won't regret this, I swear. I won't let you down-" I tuned the rest of her ramble down. Wow, she really is an angel. Her bright brown eyes, brunette hair, all tied up and god her damn figure got me so turned on. She put her hand to her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. It's just that I have a tendency to ramble when I'm nervous and like I got the job but I mean, hey, I'm sitting on front of a fucking Rap god and like wow he's totally hot I mean you're hot, so-" I put my hand up and started laughing and laughed so hard.

Her eyes opened in shock, then in realization, I looked up. "Did you just say I'm hot?" God, my stomach was aching from all this laughing. Her face flushed in embarrassment.

I got up and sat in front of her. I pulled her chin up. "Hey, it's alright. That was one of the honest things I've ever heard." She looked up into my eyes and I realize how close our bodies were. We both leaned in a bit and my eyes landed on her red lips.

I was just about to kiss her but she pulled back. I went back and cleared my throat "Umm well, you should be starting by Monday." She nodded her head. I took her hand and pulled her up. "I'll see you to the door, baby". She looked up curiously "Baby?" I shook my head nothing. I leaned down a little too close to her ear and whispered "I'll see you on Monday." She blushed and make a run for the door.

Baby?! What the hell was I thinking?? I slumped down onto my chair and closed my eyes. Damn, her hair feels so soft. I wanted to run my hands through it all day. It took a hell of a restrain to keep me from fucking her. There was something about her. I wanted her, not just to have sex with her but to....I sighed loudly, knowing that the feisty, rambling, brown eyed beauty would stuck in my head and I would get no work done.