Returning to the Past ( Eminem Fan Fiction)

Teenagers

Sarah P.O.V

Finally it was Wednesday and I was going to work with Marshall. Spending time with the boys was amazing as always but thy have school during the day leaving me at home all alone. I have these days where I honestly don't know what to do with myself, so I have cleaned my wardrobe twice, cleaned the kitchen and also managed to clean the garage as well, it was my way of keeping my mind of things and my way of letting me really think about things going on in my life including my whole situation with Marshall. Being older I thought being in a relationship would be a lot different you know the feelings you experience and the situations you go through,but I had no idea I would be feeling the same butterflies I felt when I had my first love. As much as I wanted to I couldn't help stop thinking about him , he was on my mind the moments I didn't have to deal the boys or other family problems.

" Hey guys" I yelled as I walked in casually to the studio. this morning had been unpredictable and very stressful.

" Sorry I'm late " I continued trying to sound calm and relaxed when I greeted them but really inside I was confused and angry.

" Are you okay ?" Marshall asked walking up towards me , if the rest of the Guys weren't in the same room we defiantly would have shared a quick kiss or hug but since they were all there the only thing we could do was say hello to each other giving each other a quick friendly hug not wanting the relationship to get out in anyway.

" Yeah just a stressful morning with Ryan that's all" I said right before Dre came in the room followed by a few girls. Ryan has been acting really weird these last couple of days, I don't know if he is going through some problems at school or with some friends or if he was just going through those teenage mood swings.

" How are you?" I asked as he came over to greet me, I haven't seen Dre in a while, I have only really spoken to Nicole on the phone mostly about our kids at what was happening with her. Both of them still don't know about Marshall and I, and to be honest we haven't even talked about it, even though Dre and Nicole are like family, I feel if we start telling people we might jinks the relationship.

" I am great thanks. but I am guessing you're having problems with Ryan again?" Dre asked already really knowing the answer to the question, you see it wasn't the first time Ryan has played up, a couple of years ago he had problems with controlling his anger towards his father. When he found that his father cheated on me constantly he started to grow hatred towards him and blamed him for us splitting up, in a way I feel he still hasn't really fully forgiven him for the betrayal.

" Yeah, but hey you know teenage boys. One minute they're happy the next they're ripping your throat out" I commented laughing, putting on a happy and strong face. I didn't want to seem like the sad, weak person who couldn't even handle a teenage boy especially in front of everyone.

Without even asking him to, Dre pulled me in a hug and softly rubbed my back knowing I just needed some friendly love and Someone to lean on. Dre has alway been a great friend in that perspective, his always the one that just knows when something is wrong or when someone needs a shoulder to cry on. I could feel Marshall's presence close beside us looking on like the other guys, and as much as I was loving this comforting hug by Dre, I couldn't help but start to want Marshall to be the one that was comforting me instead.

The morning went on pretty well after that. Dre was really impressed with the music that Marshall and I had come up with, we even showed Dre Yelawolf and slaughterhouse to try and get his opinion about them, just like everyone else he loves them and thinks they are both really different and deserve to be signed.

" You know you two just work so dam well together" Dre commented after he finished boasting about how amazing these two artist were going to be. When I heard him say that I couldn't help but chuckle, knowing he has no idea how personal our relationship actually goes.