We Found Love

Chapter 1

Rihanna's POV
I rolled over in my massive King sized bed, so my eyes were facing away from the blaring sun coming in from the window. I hate mornings, they were so annoying. I didn't have anything to do today so what was the point of getting out of bed any way? I contemplated this a few times as I bent into a comfortable position.
Right as I got comfortable and my eyes were beginning to feel heavy once more; that's when a knock sounded loudly at the door. I groaned at the sound as the person hidden behind the sleek white door paused, and then knocked again a few moments later.
"Yo RiRi it's like one in the after noon, there's no way your still sleeping. I got here an hour ago because I figured you might need a ride to rehearsal, but no you were just sleeping."
I sat up an rubbed my eyes as the familiar voice spoke behind the door. I threw my plush purple blanket off my body, I shimmed to the edge of my bed before jumping off. I shivered as my bare feet made contact with the tile floor. The person knocked on the door again, only this time a bit louder.
"Robyn we are already an hour late, and it takes 45 minutes to get there. If you don't answer this door I'm gonna have one of your servants give me the key and you will go to rehearsal in your pajamas."
I walked over to the door and swung it open. Marshall was standing there with his fist up beside his head, about to knock on the door once again. I stood in the door way rubbing my puffy sleepy eyes, I really didn't feel like going to rehearsal today.
"Look Rihanna returns to the land of the living!" Marshall said smiling, it was the kind of smile he only let his friends see. Not his fans or interviewers or the paparazzi. Just his close friends.
"Oh shut up, one in the afternoon is a new record for me!" I hit his stomach lightly as I joked back.
"So are you gonna change out of those rockin' pajamas, or what?" He asked pointing at my knee length Brazil soccer jersey.
"Give me like 15 minutes and I'll be down." I said rolling my eyes at him.
He nodded at me and then began to descend down the large stare case. I shut and locked my bedroom door before rushing over to my dresser. I dug through it as I tried to find to some comfortable clothes to wear. I finally decided on knee length black tights, a short sleeved mint green shirt that came down past my bottom, and some low top black converse. I ran my fingers through my long black hair, brushed my teeth, then applied some sheer lip gloss before heading out my bedroom door.
I met Marshall in the entrance hall, scrolling through his phone causally. which was weird because he was never on his phone.
"Who are you texting?" I asked raising an eyebrow curious.
"What does it matter to you nosy." He joked mimicking my face.
"Just wondering that's all." I said grabbing my purse off the hook beside the door.
"Well if you must know, I'm texting the studio some bull shit lie about why we're so late." He said tapping his white thumbs on the screen quickly.
"Just say there was road construction, so we had to take a detour." I said opening the front door, signaling that I was ready to leave.
"On a Sunday?" Marshall questioned stepping out side the door, and heading toward the car.
"Say there was a big car accident then."
"No they would hear about that on the news, no doubt about it." He opened the passenger side door for me like he always did. He met me inside the car a few seconds later, slamming his door shut. I loved his Cadillac the seats were so comfortable and soft, I could fall back asleep right now if I wanted too.
"You suck at lying Rihanna." He laughed at me as he began to drive down my long drive way. I hit him on the shoulder playfully, he was right though I did suck at lying. If it were me I would just say I slept in, no matter how angry my choreographer would be at me. However I think Marshall is trying to cover my ass, so my crazy choreographer doesn't rip my head off like she did a week ago.
"I'm gonna say that you needed to drop your niece off at her moms house." We were at a red light so he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen.
"I love the way you lie Marshall." I giggled at my own awful joke, and quickly looked at Marshall for his response. He rolled his eyes and grinned slightly.
"Wow good one, I have never heard that one before."Marshall said sarcastically as he tapped one last time on his phone before setting it down in the cup holder and speeding forward. I looked out the window at the crowded streets full of half naked teenaged girls and tall masculine men. Summer here in California was always like this. Day after day people will go out in their swim suits and drink till the sun goes down. I turned to look at Marshall sitting beside me with one hand on the wheel. He smoothly turned a corner on to the next street. That's another thing I hated, driving. It might just be that I don't have the attention span to pay attention to all the signs. Then again driving gave me intense road rage when people couldn't drive, so for the safety of others I don't drive. Either Marshall or my payed driver, took me everywhere.
"Last day of rehearsals, then we hit the tour bus for a few weeks." He spoke trying to make conversation.
"Thank god, you excited?" I looked at his face closely as he searched for a response. Sometimes I can even guess what he's going to say before he even says it. Thats how close of friends we are. I have learned his facial expressions, and his casual phrases he uses when he can't think of anything else to say. Apart of me wonders if he had done the same thing. Learned my expressions, phrases, what I disliked, what I liked, and so forth.
"I'm excited that rehearsals are over, not excited that now we have to perform it." He stated bluntly. Marshall hated touring, he only liked to perform in his hometown of Detroit. However, I love to perform. It makes me ecstatic to see the fans so full of energy and emotion as they sing along with me. This is the first tour Marshall and I have gone on together, so I know the experience will be different.
"Don't be a downer Marshall. it's gonna be fun, because I'm going to be there." I said smiling at him.
"If anything that makes me want to go even less." He laughed at me as he pulled the large vehicle into the parking lot of the studio. I unbuckled my seat belt and jumped out of the car.
"Your so mean to me." I said walking beside him into the building. As usual it was freezing inside. Goosebumps rose to the surface of my tan skin.
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"I'm the butt police, and I'm looking at your rear, rear, re- " Marshall was cut off by our choreographer.
"No Rihanna when Eminem says rear you go got to turn around and bend over you know showing him your rear. And Marshall can you look like your enjoying yourself for five fucking seconds. " She pointed furiously at me, spinning her finger around signaling for me to turn my back to Marshall.
The music began to play again and once he reached his line, I bent over at my midsection and showed Marshall my butt. Jokingly he fell over and pretended to faint, I laughed at him as the music cut off once again.
"Eminem get your act together!" Amy, our choreographer, shouted as Marshall continued to lay on the floor. I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my grin as Amy stood with her hands on her hips. Bitch had no idea what to do! I know Amy has our best interest in mind, but she didn't have to act so ruthless all the time.
After a minute or two Marshall got up and brushed his hands on his shirt.
"You told me to act like I was enjoying myself." He defended with a grin. I almost broke out into another fit of laughter as he tried to force his smile into his usual frown.
"Your first show is tomorrow, and I can't even get you guys through the first song." Amy said in a pissed off tone, tapping her foot on the wooden floor.
"We know the whole routine Amy." I said joining in. I didn't want Em to get all the scolding, he already covered for me this morning.
"I know, I know. Just don't fuck up on stage. If you do just make it look like it was supposed to happen." She rolled her eyes before walking over to grab her water bottle.
"Take ten, it's break time. Collect yourselves, and when I come back we are starting from the top." Amy walked out of the room, her blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail bounced behind her as she took each step. Once she left the room I turned to Marshall who was playing with his finger nails.
"That was so funny" I admitted, I caught his attention and he looked at me quickly.
"I just do what the choreographer says." He joked sarcastically. I walked over and sat down on one of the couches placed through out the room. I ran my fingers through my noted hair, trying to make it look semi decent. Em soon joined me, placing his arm on the back of the couch. I scanned his body a few times as he sat there with his eyes closed. He was wearing dark green camouflage shorts that ran to his knees, a grey t-shirt, and Nike shoes. He dresses like this all the time. Whether it be at award shows or just hanging out at home.
"So we leave tomorrow, how long will it take for us to get to Pasadena California?" I asked making conversation.
"Like 30 minutes, then right after the show is over we get straight onto the tour bus and head toward the next venue." He pulled out his phone to check if he had received any texts or calls while we were rehearsing. He must have received some because he started to glide his white thumbs across the screen.
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Once rehearsals were over, Marshall took me home. I climbed into the hot shower. Letting the water fall onto my tense muscles. Showers after a long day had to be one of the best things in the world.
Once I was dried off an in pajamas, I crawled into bed. Tomorrow was going to be exhausting.