Gangstress

December 2000 (1)

***Marshall's POV***

We had finally finished the tour about a week ago, and I was honestly really thankful to be done it. Not that I didn't enjoy it and have so much fuckin' fun, because I did, but I was just happy to be back home and have my life go back to normal once again. It was hard though, because we were no longer on tour, me and Angel hadn't seen each other at all since we got back. Mainly because of our probations don't allow us to travel except for work. It was really fuckin' difficult being away from her after constantly being with her for three straight months. I missed her so much and I just wanted her to fucking move in with me. I was so sick of this long distance shit, and I was honestly a little worried about what might happen with us if the only way we can see each other now is when were travelling to each other's cities for work. Or meeting in LA which is what we were doing now.

We were meeting in LA because thats where she had her shoot with Playboy. I was able to bullshit my way out of Detroit and told my probation officer that I had to go there to meet with Dre. It was true, if I was in LA I was gonna be working, but it definitely wasn't pressing for me to get down there at all considering most of the work I had been doing was still on the D12 record, which we just recorded in Detroit usually. 

Regardless, I was able to get to LA and I was so fuckin' excited to see Angel. We were only there for three days, but fuck I needed them. I just needed to be with her, and see her, and touch her. I know she's been feelin' the same since she's been so stressed out trying to finish her new record before her April deadline, as well as her first single off the record and the music video for it was dropping in February, which was the same time that we were going to do the European leg of Anger Management. She just had a lot going on career wise, and we both just needed some time alone together. 

I got into LA at around 10am and decided to just head directly over to Dre's studio since Angel wasn't getting in until around 2pm. I figured I'd just take this time to work on a few things for my third record, was gonna be titled The Eminem Show. It wasn't coming out for another year or so, but since I had been so busy I figured why the hell not start toying around with it when I had the time? I'm writing constantly, so I may as well lay some shit down with Dre and see what he thought. 

We were working away on Without Me when my phone started vibrating against the soundboard. I flipped it open and saw it was Angel. I tucked my chin in and looked at the time on the top right corner of the tiny screen. It was only 12pm. She should be flying right now? I hit 'talk' and then got up from my chair. 

"Hey baby." I said as I walked out of the recording room and shut the door behind me since it was so loud in there from us blaring beats through the speakers. 

"Hey! I got in way earlier than I expected! You at the apartment or where are ya?" Her voice sounded energetic, like she was excited to see me. 

"Shit, I'm sorry I'm at Dre's studio 'cause I ain't expect ya here until later. I'll leave right now, but I'ma be a bit 'cause of the traffic." 

"No no, don't worry baby. I'll just come to you and get my shit dropped off at your place." 

"You sure? I'm just workin' on random shit with Dre. I can leave if ya want." 

"Nah, keep doin' ya thing. I'll be there soon." She sounded like she was smiling. 

"Aight sounds good baby. I love you." 

"I love you more." She said sweetly and then giggled. The line went dead and I went back into the studio. We continued working and then about half an hour later there was a knock on the door. 

"Yeah?" Dre yelled and Angel's cute little head popped in.

"Hey." She said with a smile as she opened the door wider. I instantly popped up from my chair and met her at the doorway. I threw my arms around her and she giggled. "How're you?" She asked returning my hug. I planted a hard kiss against her lips and then released her.