So hey guys. Last chapter didn't get as many comments, votes, etc, as I would like, so I'm kinda eh about that. But thanks to those of you who did, just reading your comments makes me smile and it makes my day 582654 times better! ;D I feel that I haven't mentioned Hailie or Whitney or Alaina, (his daughters), in the previous chapters, so I will this chapter. I feel like I need to emphasize how much he loves them(: So in honor of Hailie Jade Scott/Mathers, I have included a picture of her on the side and also a song that Em wrote for her, not to mention another Eminem POV(; Enjoy guys, and please rate and all that shit.
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Friday finally came, and while I was anxious and excited about it, Luna was fucking ecstatic. Friday afternoon, I stood in front of my body-length mirror, clothes strewn on the bed, cell phone in hand, Luna on speakerphone. She was giving me fashion advice, but she was so overjoyed she could barely speak in full sentences.
"I'm just so happy for you!" she gushed for the eighty millionth time as I dug through my closet desperately.
"But why, Lu?"
"Because you've only had one relationship. Ever. And who wants to be alone forever? This is your chance at love. And I notice the look in your eyes every time we see a couple, Dri. I'm not retarded," she accused.
"Whoa, slow down. What look?" I denied. I was a horrible liar and we both knew it; I was a hopeless romantic, and when you see love, it makes you wonder why you don't have it.
"We both know exactly what look. Now stop distracting, you have a date with a fucking legend! You have to look amazing."
"What about a romper?"
"Ew, fuck no. Next."
"Wait, why?"
"You're going to Starbucks, not the park with your girlfriends. You want something casual yet chic. Sexy yet cool...collected." She was silent. "Do you still have your black leather jacket?"
"Yeah. It's somewhere in my closet. Why?"
"I just came up with the best fucking outfit ever. Thank me later. Get out your white tight ass skinny jeans and your red top. Wear that with your matching red heels and leather jacket. You'll look so hot, I swear."
"Isn't it a bit much for a coffee shop..."
"No, it's fine. It's hella cute."
"You sure? He dresses so causally, I don't want to look too dressed."
"If you look too dressed, he can always undress you a little," she teased in a silky voice, and I laughed.
"Seriously, Luna."
"Yes, wear it!"
"Alright...what about my hair?"
"Straight. No accessories. Take your black leather bag."
"I swear to God you know my wardrobe better than I do," I murmured as I scoured my closet and dropped the needed items on my bed.
"Did you find everything?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"No problem. Now hang up and go get beautiful!"
With a smile, I shot back a quick "okay" and did as I was told.
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Eminem's POV:
Spending all day in the studio as a rapper doesn't always mean you'll come out feeling refreshed with a dope beat. Some days you can't focus because you have too much shit on your mind. Today was one of those days where I just couldn't spit shit right. She had fucking invaded my mind. I pictured her dark eyes and I lost it. I kept trying to come up with shit that rhymed with Adrienne. Nothing worked. I finally sat down, sipping my Coke when my phone rang. It could be her, my mind persuaded, but after a couple second of my ring tone, I knew it was my baby.
I picked it up in a flash and pressed it to my ear. "Hey Hailie," I said, smiling a little.
"Hey Dad. Where are you?"
"I'm at the studio baby."
"You missed lunch."
"It's alright. I had a sandwich. What did you girls have?"
"Nathan was out all day with his friends. But me and Whitney had grilled cheese and Alaina had some ravioli."
"Oh okay good."
"What are we making for dinner?"
"Listen baby, I might miss a part of dinner."
"Why?"
"Because...um. I have a date tonight." I sighed and shuffled my feet. Never before have I told Hailie or any of my girls I had a date. I had no idea how she would take this.
"You have a date? Oh my God, really?"
"Yeah, it's not a big deal though," I lied casually. I had a feeling she was beaming on the other end of the line.
"Yes it is! You've never had a date before. What's her name?"
"Adrienne."
"That's really pretty."
"It's alright," I lied again, even though I wanted to murmur how nice it was.
"Can I meet her?"
I exhaled, thinking. "I don't know, honey. I don't want her telling the paparazzi anything about you or Alaina or Whitney. I want you girls to be protected as possible. I can't trust her yet."
"Oh..." This was something we were all used to. My main effort was for my girls to go to school like any other girl and go to school, with limited contact from Hailie's mom and my ex-wife, Kim, and no contact with the paparazzi. "Well, if you get to trust her, can we meet her?"
"Yeah," I chuckled.
"Okay good." She giggled. "How long will you be out for?"
"I'm going to pick her up soon. And we're only going for some coffee. So about two hours. You think you can handle that?" When I wasn't at the studio, I was at home with the girls. I'd even cut down on tour because of how much distance, real and emotional, it'd put between us. After my battle with addiction, I realized my daughters were the most important thing in my life and hip hop came second to their well-being. I only wish I'd noticed sooner.
"Yeah, sure. Just have fun."
"I will. Be safe, and I have my phone if you need me."
"Alright. And Dad?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Do you really like her?" She was silent on her end and I was silent on mine. I couldn't lie to her. But I didn't know how she'd take the truth.
"Yeah. Yeah I do," I hesitated.
"Good. Because you deserve love and someone to love." She said it so simply, like it was a fact, just rolling off her tongue. I swallowed.
"Thank you, Hay."
"It's all good. I'll talk to you later."
"Love you," I reminded her quickly before she could hang up. She chuckled into the phone.
"Love you too. Bye."
We both hung up and I noticed while I'd been talking to Hailie, I'd gotten a text from Adrienne.
Her: Hey Marshall. When do you want to pick me up?
Me: How about now? You ready?
Her: Yeah, now's fine.
Me: Can I pick you up?
She responded back with a yes, and grabbing my drink, phone, and keys, I left the studio, anxious for my first date in the longest time.
Dri's POV:
He was mute as I clambered into the car, pulling the door closed and putting my purse on my lap as I fastened my belt.
"Uh...you look nice..." he approved, nodding his head ever so slightly.
"Oh." I laughed too loud, too nervously. "Thanks."
"Yeah."
"So which Starbucks are we going to?"
"Well, the least ghetto one I know is about 20 minutes away. Is that okay? I figured...you know. Even if it's not that formal, it should be nice."
"Yeah, we can go there."
He made a couple turns, and I watched him all the while. Instinctively, his hand tapped the dial and rap music came bumping on through the speakers. I winced, and I think he noticed my expression before I could hide it, because he tapped it off quickly again.
"Shit. Sorry. Just a reaction." He laughed anxiously.
I chuckled. "It's okay. I do that hella too. It pisses my friends off so much. But it's just what you're normally used to."
He bobbed his head. "Classical music?"
"The only thing I listen to."
He laughed. "How did you get into that?"
"My dad." I was blunt and he glanced at me, sensing hostility. "He taught me to play piano." I giggled, reminiscing all the memories we'd had. "He would come home and put on this old CD. And I still have it and every time I hear it, it just relaxes me."
He was quiet. "I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry. You asked, so I told you," I mumbled quickly, shrugging and forcing a huge smile to assure him I was okay.
"Alright." He glimpsed over at me again, and his eyes met mine. I was touched by how generous and compassionate he was, something I never thought he'd be. So I smiled and let my arm rest against his as we drove on the freeway towards the light, the sun rays kissing his skin and making it glow, the brightness darting through his dark hair. And I hadn't been happier in a while.
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"I got our drinks," he whispered to me sharply, his hood over his head as I whipped crumbs off a small, cozy side table by the window.
"Okay. And why are you doing this?"
"I'm a celebrity, remember?" He chuckled sexily as he slid into his seat and I into mine. I blushed stupidly.
"Oh. I knew that."
He cocked his head, gazing at me as I sipped my coffee. I tried to seem sensual, but ever so sensually, I managed to scald my tongue, causing my hand to shake and droplets to fall on my hand. I yelped and he grabbed some napkins, taking my drink from me.
"You alright?"
"Heh. Yes. Sorry," I said meekly.
He smiled in his familiar way, and set my drink down. "It's cool."
There was an uncomfortable silence, and he cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, but I jumped to my feet.
"I think I'm going to go the bathroom real quick," I stuttered.
"Oh. Aight."
I grabbed my bag and moved hurriedly. What the fuck was I doing? I knew what I was doing. My plan was to enter the bathroom, sit down, and brainstorm ideas to talk about while I peed. I got in the nearest stall and began my plan.
I'd been sitting on the toilet sheepishly for about 10 minutes and I felt retarded when I got up and walked to the sink, my mind blank, no topics found. I was washing my hands slowly and time-takingly when the door burst open. Marshall stood there, balancing our drinks.
"Dri, the paparazzi found us, we need to go," he called.
I must've looked real attractive as I stood there. "Uh..."
"Come on, we need to go," he repeated calmly. Suddenly, surprised, I grabbed my bag and even more surprisingly, in one swift movement, Marshall lifted his arm and swooped my hood over my head so no one would see my face, then slid his dry, big one in my wet, soapy one, dragging me along.
"Aye! You need to fuckin' move!" He nudged them out of the way and guided me out of the cramped doors before following. I clamped my free hand onto my hood, keeping my face low as we skittered to his car and he threw up a middle finger, letting go off my hand, unlocking the car, and shoving me in gently as possible. He then jogged around to his side and hopped it, locked the car doors, and plopped the drinks in my lap. As he started going reverse, I kept my face low and fitted the drinks in the cup holders.
"Holy. Shit," I breathed, sliding my hood off.
"I'm sorry." He leaned back, panting. "I should've told you something like this could happen before we went out."
"That would have been nice," I laughed. "Holy shit, though. We moved like a fucking army."
"That's how it always is. I'm so used to it. After a point, paparazzi just become so pissy."
"So you give the middle finger?"
"Hell yeah."
"What a lovely picture for the tabloids, eh?"
"Lets others know who's running Detroit," he said firmly, a low hint of a laugh rippling through his throat. I was abruptly attracted to him, staring at his toned, lithe body, his forearms flexing under his clothes as he gripped the wheel.
I couldn't respond. Just look at him and how different he was.
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"I had a great time." We were back at my door, me in my usual position inside and him outside, hands in pockets.
"Me too."
"Really?" He seemed shocked.
I bent and slid off my heels. "Yeah." I grinned confidently. "I've never experienced something like that. It was fun. And different."
"So I guess then you'd be up for a second date?" He was nervous; it was obvious. But so was I. I giggled and his knotted shoulders loosened.
"Yeah. That'd be nice."
"Good. So I'll text you the details?"
"Whenever is fine."
"Alright. Good night."
"You too."
He gave a smooth little smile and waved. I shut the door. I couldn't help but replay the way his fingers entwined themselves in mine over and over in my head.
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AND THAT IS CHAPTER SIX. ;DDD Eh, the writing was so-so, but I like the plot haha. So please vote, message, comment, fan, etc, all that you guys do for me puts a huge smile on my face, I love getting notifications from you guys! c: Pleas keep reading and doing what you do(: -Parisa(;