Gangstress

March 1999 (1)

***Angel's POV***

Marshall's record, Slim Shady LP, had been dropped for a few weeks now, and his life has completely fucking changed. When My Name Is came out, that also caused a huge shift, but this album just blew him up even more. I knew it took a toll on him, because it was taking a toll on me. Even when he wasn't in New York and with me, I could barely leave my house. Because there was now tons of pictures of us surfacing and being published in magazines, as well as the few interviews he did during his release party where he said point blank that we were together. 

Not to mention, the chick we had had a three sum with for his birthday took the first offer she got to do an interview about her experience with us. She didn't say anything negative about us, in fact she said mainly positive things, but she was still out here talking about our sex life for money which made my blood boil. I couldn't believe there was really people in the world willing to give up your personal information for a few dollars. 

There was also tonnes of people who were upset about his lyrics, and we both thought that was super fucking dumb. There was some articles even talking shit about me for being with him when he had such "misogynistic lyrics." I couldn't help but laugh about that because when they heard my full album, it was gonna be the shock of their lives. 

All of this attention had really blown up my two singles that I released which was cool, but I was sort of disappointed that it was mainly because of Marshall and not because of my work. I didn't say anything to him about it though, because I didn't want him to feel bad. And I was getting the biggest fucking royalty cheques I've ever seen in my entire life, so I was thankful for that. 

My whole record was about to drop this month, and I ended up titling it Hardcore, which the label thought was fitting. The cover was me on a bear rug, surrounded by a room full of flowers with a fireplace and a bottle of champagne in the back. I was positioned in a pretty sexual way, and that mixed with the title I think pissed Marshall off, but he never said anything about it. I think he had learned by now that this was how I wanted to present myself to the world, and if he didn't like it then that was too bad. 

Currently, it was the day before my release party and of course Marshall had flown in to come to it with me. Obviously all his boys had come with him as well, considering the fact that they were also featured on the album, and also because they just refused to travel without one another. As per usual, they were staying at a hotel and Marshall was staying with me and Aidan. 

We were gonna go over to their hotel later tonight to go and drink, only because we couldn't go out to a club now if we didn't have VIP. But until then, we were just watching cartoons and laying on the couch cuddling while we were stoned out of our minds.

"I think I'ma buy a house." Marshall blurted out. 

I giggled and looked at him. "Good, you should do that." 

"Nah, but like in Detroit." His tone was serious. 

I knitted my eyebrows together. "Yeah? Where else would ya go?" 

He sighed. "Angel, I'm tryna say I ain't movin' here." 

"I never thought you were going to?" I got a little defensive. 

"I know, but what the fuck are we gonna do? Are ya gonna move to Detroit?" 

"Hold up." I sat up. "I ain't tryna move in with ya, and I sure as hell ain't movin' to Detroit." 

"Then what the fuck are we gonna do?" He sat up too and I could see him getting angry. 

"Nothing? Why ya even thinkin' 'bout this? We've only been together for four months, we're no where near movin' in together."