We Found Love

Chapter 5

Rihanna's POV

We arrived in New York a little earlier then expected. We pulled into the concert venue parking lot a day before the show.
Marshall and I exited the tour bus then entered into our rental car we will us to get the hotel. The small black Mercedes Benz was a lot less noticeable and more convenient for travel. Marshall joined me in the back seat of the sleek vehicle.
"You feeling better today?" He asked quietly so people outside the car couldn't hear.
"Yeah thanks, sorry for making you stay up all night. I bet your exhausted." I pulled my seat belt across my body and latched it into place. Last night was long and eventful, we ended up getting back on the road quickly and arrived here the following morning.
"Nah it's okay, plus we got to get you some more clothes for the road." He stated pointing at me. I looked down to realize I was still wearing his clothes he had given me last night.
"You saying I don't look cute in your clothes?" I asked jokingly.
"I never said you weren't cute I just said you need more than one outfit" he gave me his signature smile that all the girls seemed to die for.
"Okay then let's go shopping." The trained driver over hears our conversation and already started to head toward one of the main shopping districts.
"Can we go to Walmart?" I leaned forward asking the driver. I needed to go to a store where it was acceptable to show up wearing nothing but pajamas.
"Yes m'am" the driver said pulling into the turning lane. I smiled at him through the rear view mirror, to show my appreciation.
"I haven't been to a Walmart in years." Marshall admitted looking out the window. Truth is neither have I. It's sad but true, there were stores made for celebrities and stores made for non celebrities. It just made things easier, it reduced the risk of being hassled by fans or bothered by the paparazzi. So when celebrities get a chance to do something that we don't always get to do; its exciting.
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Marshall and I wondered through the aisles looking at everything, but, clothes.
"Ri look, at this." Marshall picked up a glossy covered magazine, and handed it to me. My eyes scanned the front page of the tabloid, reading the title.
"Rihanna and Eminem Dating?!"
I flipped open the magazine to read all about the relationship I didn't know I had.
"Rihanna and Eminem blew us away at Pasadena California, but have you stopped to wonder why this dynamic duo is so insistent on making songs together? It's simple, their dating! Yep you read it! Our little good girl gone bad seems to be bigger friends with the monster inside slim shady's pants, then under her bed."
I felt my cheeks get hotter the more I read the article. I looked back at Marshall who had a happy grin on his face.
"The monster inside your pants huh?" I said laughing. How do people come up with this stuff? I put the magazine back on the shelf and headed down the aisle.
Eventually we made it to the clothing aisle and I searched for yoga pants and t-shirts. Marshall stood by me silently as I grabbed articles of clothing off the racks.
"I guess this isn't much fun for you huh?" I asked looking at the different colored t-shirts.
"Nah I'm fine, it's either come here and shop or sit at the hotel and do nothing."
"True."
"Is this all you need? Want me to carry it?" Marshall held his hands out in front of me and I happily handed over the pile of clothes I had collected.
"You ready to go then?"
I was about to say yes when I remembered that t-shirt and pants weren't the only things in my suit case.
Fuck.
"Uh not quite." I said looking at my feet. This was so awkward, why the fuck did I have to lose my suit case.
"Okay what else do you need?"
"Bras and panties." I stated not daring to look him in the eye. It was so embarrassing. What if someone recognizes us and takes a picture, then everyone will think we're dating for sure.
"Alright, let's go then."
"Right."
I started to walk toward the aisle labeled simply "Bra's and Panties" I frantically searched for my size, and of course it's no where to be found. Was a size 32 C that hard to make?
"Want me to help?" Marshall asked still carrying the heap of clothes I gathered earlier.
"No it's okay I got it." I scanned the racks once more when my eyes finally laid on a set of 3 bras all in my size. Of course they were the most Lacey bras on planet earth, but it's better then nothing I guess.
"Marshall can you reach that?" I pointed up at the bras I wanted, and without hesitation he reached up and grabbed them.
"Thank you." I said lifting them out of his hands. Now I just needed panties and we were out of here. I walked over to the area with piles upon piles of panties.
"Why on earth are there so many choices of underwear for girls, but like 3 for guys?" Marshall asked examining the stands labeled with the names of different types of panties.
"Would you like a pair Marshall?" I asked offering him a pair of cheetah print panties.
"Nah I think I'm good." He let out a small boyish laugh, as he pushed my hand away. I grinned back at him as I grabbed a few pairs of undergarments.
"Aight you ready?" He asked looking around to see if anyone was coming down the aisle.
"Yeah let's go."
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I stepped out of the shower with a white towel draped around my body to keep me from freezing to death. Why was this bathroom so cold? Shivering I walked over to the sink and grabbed a tooth brush and loaded some pale blue paste on to it. It felt nice to wash up, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. I rinsed out my mouth then grabbed the closet utensil I could use to brush out my long an tangled knots of hair. I found a blue hair brush from the cluttered bathroom sink counter, and began to tame the beast know as my hair.
I tried my hardest to keep my eyes from drifting down to my bruise, but it was nearly impossible. The swelling had went down completely and all that was left was a cloudy purple and blue toned mark covering a large portion of the left side of my face. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, make up could definitely reduce the appearance of it significantly.
I threw on some clean clothes, before stepping out of the bathroom. Marshall was placed causally on his bed sorting through some papers. We had rented a fairly large room at the hotel, complete with two king sized beds, a sitting area with a plasma, and two separate bathrooms.
"How was your shower?" He asked not looking up from the assortment of messy papers.
"Amazing, yours?"
"Same." I walked over and sat down at the end of his bed. I scanned the documents he had laid out across the large, plush mattress.
"What's all this?"
"Scholarship stuff for Hailie, I promised I'd help her out with applying for some." He said scribbling down some words into their correct blank spaces.
"Arnt you a good dad!" I said smiling at him. He really was a good dad, even if he won't admit to it. He has always tried his best to make his daughters lives as wonderful as possible, and that's just one of the many things I respect about him.
"I try." He said scratching the back of his head.
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Marshall's POV