Daddy's Words Still Apply Today (Eminem)

Chapter Two

"Yo Slim!" DeShaun exclaimed, as he waved over a white boy.

Félicité looked over at the white boy, taking in his features. He had dyed blonde hair, blue eyes, and even had tattoos. One of a little girl on his arm, which made Félicité smile a bit. He was wearing a pair of baggy, dark track pants, a white wife beater, and a cap turned backwards on his head.

"Yo!" He replied, as he walked over.

"Slim, this is the girl I was telling you about. Félicité Shakur, one of my best friends for ten years now." DeShaun stated, and he nodded.

"Sup, Félicité. My name's Marshall Mathers, but most people call me Slim Shady." Marshall said, and Félicité nodded.

"Sup, Slim. It's nice to finally put a face to the white boy I've been told about." Félicité replied, and Marshall chuckled.

"Smiley is finally able to see one of our shows, and so I brought her backstage to meet y'all and so she can get to the front row faster." DeShaun spoke, and Marshall nodded.

"Nah, I understand. It's all good. See you after the show, Félicité." Marshall said, and Félicité nodded.

Marshall walked away, before heading to his dressing room. He sat down and took a sip of his water, thinking about the girl who he had just met. He was surprised Proof was best friends with a white girl, but he was more surprised that he had never met her before, since he had known Proof for a long time. He could still picture the girl in his mind. She was gorgeous. She had long bleached blonde hair, though it was in two braids. Her makeup wasn't excessive, she worked off natural beauty. She was skinny, but did have curves. He could see some of her tattoos on her arms and legs, which made him like her more. She had a cross with her father's name and birth and death date on her thigh, quite large actually. On her other thigh, she had roses and thorns, with a ribbon that read Trust No One. She had different small tattoos on her arms, which consisted of hearts, skulls, roses, and some other designs, even band logos. On her right arm though, similar to Proof, she had Tupac. She had a few piercings, including a tongue and two lip. He couldn't see if she had any other tattoos or piercings, since he couldn't see her whole body. He might not have loved the fact that he had never met her before, but he liked her as soon as he seen her. He could see the influence her father had on her, how his death fixated her, and how she was similar to him in many ways. He had seen her in the media many times before, but never really wondered why, but now he did.

"I think your white boy don't like me." Félicité commented, and DeShaun laughed.

"Oh Smiley, he just feels a bit threatened. He's never met you before, and he doesn't like that I have another best friend." DeShaun stated, and she laughed.

"Poor baby. If only he knew that I don't care." She replied, and DeShaun rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"Yes you do." He retorted, and she shook her head.

"Nope." She said, before running off to get her spot in front row.

She stood in the front, glad nobody had recognised her yet. As soon as she was spotted though, she knew she'd be thrown on stage with DeShaun, Marshall and the others. She didn't want to steal their show though, so she tried to hide away from everyone else. Soon the show started, and everyone began cheering. DeShaun winked at her, and the other guys waved. She smiled at them, knowing she didn't need to call too much attention to herself. She knew their songs, knew them by heart because she wanted to show DeShaun as much support as she could, since she wasn't able to come to any shows until now. So, when their songs played, she was singing along. They played three of her favorites:

My Band
Purple Pills
Pistol Pistol

They then began to play Marshall's music, which meant he would sing his own songs. She knew some of his songs, since DeShaun played them often. He never told her who sang them, but now she knew. He sang a few of the songs she really liked:

My Mom
The Kids
Kim
My Dad's Gone Crazy
The Real Slim Shady

"Before we end the show, I'd like to say my best friend, Félicité is currently in the crowd. Please, give her some love." DeShaun announced, and she grinned.

"Actually, I've got a better idea. Félicité, c'mon up here." Marshall said, before she was lifted on to the stage.

Everyone cheered louder, most knowing exactly who she was. DeShaun hugged her, as did Marshall.

"Which one of your Dad's songs would you like to do?" Marshall asked, and she bit her lip.

"Brenda's Got a Baby." She replied, and Marshall nodded.

He and Félicité rapped together, DeShaun jumping in every so often. This song was about Félicité. Her mother's name was Brenda, but not everything in the song was true. Some of it was made up, for instance, Brenda being black. Her mother was actually white, but she never knew anything about her real father. He was said to have been Native American. Also, her mother never even tried to keep her. He gave her straight to Tupac when he asked for her. She didn't see them as her parents though, only Tupac. He was her father, rather it was by blood or not. Once they finished the song, the crowd cheered. Some chanting her father's name, making her heart swell. Marshall and DeShaun wrapped their arms around her shoulders, as she wrapped hers around their waists, and they bowed before heading off stage.

"That was incredible. You guys are awesome live." Félicité said, and they grinned.

"Told you it'd be awesome." DeShaun commented, and she rolled her eyes.

"You don't got to be so damn cocky, Happy." She retorted, and he laughed.

"Hell, if I knew you had a voice like that, I would've had you on stage earlier." Marshall said, and Félicité smiled.

She knew she'd like being around Marshall, she just didn't want to take DeShaun away from Marshall. She knew he was friends with both of them, but she didn't want to get more attention than Marshall. Maybe she needed to distance herself, just a little bit, that way Marshall would get more time with DeShaun. She thought about it for a moment, but shook her head. She didn't get to see him often, there was no way she was going to give up her time with her best friend for some white boy she had just met...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. I bet you guys didn't expect her to keep calling him a white boy, but that's just what she's use too. She was raised as if she were black, so she respects dark skinned over light skinned.

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