Everything I Do
Chapter 1
Marshall could feel the music vibrating his bones as he stepped inside the VIP area of the club. He led his group of friends to the table in the center of the room and sat down. Beside him, Curtis, or 50 Cent, bounced his body to the music.
"Who's the shorty with Timber-fag?" He asked, turning to notice that Marshall's eyes were already on the woman.
"Tell you one thing," Proof replied, "That *ain't* Cameron Diaz."
"Sure as *hell* ain't Cameron Diaz." Marshall said, watching the girl's body move with Justin's. When the song ended a few minutes later, the girl headed toward the bathrooms. "Bathroom break." He stated, getting up from his chair and walking over to the bar.
"Mr. Mathers." The bartender said, nodding.
"Question." Marshall said , leaning toward him. "Who's the bitch with Timberlake?" He asked, and watched the Bartender smirk.
"I was informed to tell anyone who asks, that she is none of your business, and she is taken." He answered, and then leaned a bit closer. "But for you... Apparently it's his childhood best friend, now *all* grown up, and he don't want *no one* talkin' to her.
Marshall smiled and handed him a fifty dollar bill, turned and walked back to his table.
"Timberlake is keepin' his eye on her. Gets in the way of *anyone* who gets too close." Proof said quietly to Marshall.
"Yeah well, let's see what *she* wants." Marshall said as he made his way over to the floor. he pushed his way past the hungry looking women and started dancing with a pretty brunette. "Marshall." He said.
"I know." She answered cockily.
"Wanna help me?"
"For a price." She stated , rubbing her hand down his chest.
"Hundred bucks?" He asked, hoping that she'd take the money over him.
Thankfully, she nodded. "What do I gotta do?"
"Keep *him* occupied, and let me get close to *her*." He stated.
"Let's go."
~*~
"Justin I'm a little tired." Mackenzie yelled over the music.
"After this song we'll go, baby." He replied, turning around so that his back was to her.
Mackenzie smiled and grinded her ass into someone's lap. Surprised, she turned around to apologize. "Sorry" She said turning to walk away, but the guy grabbed her arm.
"You're good at that." He said in a husky voice.
"Thanks, now I'd like to go." She answered, as she tried to pull away from him. He had a tight grip, but after a few tugs, she felt him let go of her arm. The only bad thing about that was that it sent her flying in the other direction.
"Ugh..." She said as she stood up to feel two strong arms around her waist.
"Woah, baby... You okay?"
"Yeah, sorry... thanks..umm..." She stammered as she turned to face her new hero. her breath caught in her throat as she watched his blue eyes light up, and the smirk form on his lips. Justin was going to be pissed.
"Marshall Mathers." He stated smugly.
"Mackenzie Carver."
"Buy you a drink?" He asked.
"Sure."
~*~
Justin's head snapped up and he searched the floor for his best friend. he looked at the woman in front of him, and then to the bar, where he saw Mackenzie sitting a little too closely to the King of Controversy. Eminem, himself.
"Damn it, Kenzie." He said as he pushed his way through the crowd toward his friend.
~*~
"So, where ya from?" Marshall asked, hearing the bartender mumble something under his breath.
"Originally Tennesse. I moved to Jersey a few years ago though." She said quietly, keeping one eye out for Justin.
"Why you in New York?"
"Twenty questions?" Mackenzie giggled and put her drink down.
"Just curious." He answered.
"Visiting a friend." She said just as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.
~*~
"Yeah... Me." Justin said leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Kenz... remember what I told you about weirdos."
Marshall rolled his eyes. "This is VIP, asshole, they check for weirdos at the door.
Mackenzie giggled and took the rest of her drink in her mouth.
"Whatever." Justin said, not even looking at Marshall. "You still wanna go?"
She shook her head and chewed on her botom lip. "Uh-Uh... I'm good."
"See Justin, she's fine... In fact she couldn't be *any* better." Marshall said, smiling evily.
"I swear to God if you hurt her..." Justin said sternly , but he walked away anyway.
"What's *his* deal?"
"He is *very* over protective." Mackenzie answered, now looking and sounding very drunk.
"You guys datin'?" Marshall asked nonchalantly, making her giggle again.
"God, no ... He's with Cameron."
He smiled and moved his seat a little closer to hers. "So you're single then."
"Uh-huh." She said smiling as the bartender brought her yet another drink. "Prolly always will be thanks to him."
"I dunno... there *are* people who aren't intimidated by a pop n' lock popstar.
~*~
"You mind tellin your boy to back the fuck off?" Justin yelled as he walked up behind Curtis.
"Woah, little man... Marshall movin' in on your girl?" Proof laughed and hit him on the back.
"She isn't my girl... *Dawg*... But she sure as hell doesn't need trash like him hangin' all over her ass.
~*~
Mackenzie watched Marshall as he took a sip of his beer. He looked up and smiled at her, making her blush.
"What about you?" She asked finally.
"Me? Yeah, I'm single. And even with someone like Justin tryin to cock-block me, I still know what I want." He licked his lips making her quiver at the thought of his tounge on her.
"What's that?" She asked, wishing with all she had that it was her that he wanted.
"You wanna go somewhere?" He asked, leaning in and letting his tounge graze the side of her neck.
"Yes." She answered in a loud whisper, making his heart pound faster. "But I don't wanna piss him off too bad tonight."
Marshall sighed, but nodded in agreement. "Aight, but why don't you lemme get your number , and *maybe* a kiss, and we'll do this when you aren't needed elsewhere."
Mackenzie nodded and pulled out a pen. She wrote down the number of the hotel she was staying at, handed it to him and leaned in close. "I'm going now. You can call whenever, I'm here till the end of the month. Oh, and you'll get that kiss when I get the call." She said smiling sweetly and walking away.Email Author: dbabygirl82@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.