Who knew

The warnings and the escapes

I might have thought that waking up in Eminem's arms was something close to a dream. And it certainly was since the light of the LA's morning found me all alone in my bed. I would've lied saying that after the conversation we'd shared the night before I didn't expect that. I surely did.

I do have to say, though, that I'd never had a chance to feel so precious in someone's presence before. It wasn't much and nothing completely promising but just the fact that he came to my room that night and slept on my bed, holding me so gently, made the butterflies rise in my stomach as I woke up. It didn't even matter that much that it wasn't supposed to mean anything and everything became even more tangled. I just wanted to enjoy that memory.

The whole house showed no sign of Marshall as Denaun and Royce told me he'd left for Dre's home studio early in the morning. And we had to meet him there in the evening for a big dinner Young's family was serving. But the main dish was surely cooked by Marshall and Mariah had to be the one to soon swallow it. We were all patiently waiting for the diss track.

My favorite dorks didn't dare to ask me questions this time. They might have noticed Marshall going to my room or leaving it the next day, so in that case, they would've made their conclusions. I spotted them whispering to each other something while looking at me at the breakfast but didn't think much of it. After all, despite being dorks, they were also world-class weirdos.

The house Paul rented for us to stay in had a lot of options to spend our time. I even promised myself to try the swimming pool the next day just to enjoy LA's sun. In California, it was almost summer and the weather was nothing but hot. The thought of it made my mind travel to Detroit.

It all felt more like some weird vacation. Escape from the world or whatever it could be called. Everything froze for a couple of days since the morning Marshall had knocked at my apartment door in the early morning, and I wasn't sure that I was eager to come back to reality. I had some writing to work on, a Josh case to deal with, Diana to talk to and Jeff to report on everything. I think the problem was that I kind of forgot it was all my work and I knew that returning to Earth would have been difficult. But I was still in LA, so...

Denaun and Royce kept my company the whole day and when it was time to go to Dre's, we all hopped in the car, listening to some shitty Bizzare demo and cracking jokes at it for the whole road. The California view behind the window was making it all feel somehow more carefree and exciting. The only thing I could have wished for was Marshall by my side. But perhaps, that was too much to ask for those crazy days to have him close to me 24/7.

Dr Dre lived in a huge gorgeous mansion that was rather classic and surely way bigger than Marshall's. Maybe, it was connected to the fact that Dre had a bigger family and a habit to serve dinners from time to time, inviting all the friends from the circle and a lot of good acquaintances. Or maybe, he was used to expensive things a lot more than Marshall, Jimmy Iovine probably learned him a lot about money. At first glance, the house came across to me as a beautiful place and a loving home. And I hoped it to be my last and final opinion.

Dre's wife, Nicole, met us at the gates with open arms. It was hard to see what type of person she was in reality but her polite smile and what seemed like a genuine welcoming attitude gave me a rather good than a bad impression. And so did the kids.

But I wasn't there to judge no one's life or look behind the closed curtains. After all, my work was connected to Eminem and I was glad it to stay that way so when Nicole poured me and the guys some drinks, we were directed right to Dre's home studio. Unsurprisingly, Marshall and Andre were working there as usual.

'Hell yeah, that shit is crazy! Are you sure you want to put that out?'

Entering the studio, we heard Dre's voice speaking in a high amazed tone and stopped in our tracks to see Marshall and Dre sitting next to the mixing board with the last sounds of some beat drowning in the air. Marshall had his expression serious and frowned, looking at the board, and Dre was staring at him with raised brows and an amused face.