shadyfiction.com - You Got Me

As I stand here on the side of the stage and watch you perform, you look like you own the world. The way your body moves to the music. The way you deliver your lyrics with such strength and intensity. The way you hold the crowd in the palm of you hand. The fire within your soul. I wonder when you're on stage, "Do you think of me when you rhyme?" Probably not. You've been so "anti-commitment" lately but you don't turn down the chance to be with some random groupie. Granted, you get off and they get the chance to brag to their friends that they got the chance to fuck Eminem. To them, you're just another notch on their belt. I know that you're better than that. You know that you're better than that. If not then, I can help you realize it. What am I thinking? I'm just your tour assistant. In a few days, we probably won't see each other again. But, I do have a feeling that you are interested in me. We've flirted a couple of times. Plus, I overheard you tell Proof that you wouldn't mind fucking me but you thought that I would turn you down. You said that you thought I was some goddamn Bible thumping prude. First of all, I'm not a Bible thumper. Yes, I go to church and there is nothing wrong with that. Hell, you probably need it more than I do. Second of all, I'm not a prude. I bet I could give you the night of you life. I've been told I could suck the chrome off a '57 Cadillac. I'd give anything to show you but I'll just keep that inside. Well, for right now anyway.

The show's finally over and you come off the stage with a towel in your hand. I can tell that you had a wonderful night. You loved the attention. The crowd loved you and I love…I can't go there right now. I might scare you off. When you walk down the stage steps, you see me.

"'Sup, Raqu?" That's your nickname for me. I hate it when people call me that. I'm Raquel, not Raqu. Just like you're Marshall, not Eminem, or Em, or Shady. But, the moment you called me that, I threw all of those rules out of the window.

"So, did you like the show?"

I don't know why you ask me that. You know I love all of your performances. Even the shitty ones.

"Of course I did. The best one so far."

You flash me that rare, yet youthful smile and throw your arm around my shoulder. I feel so bad that I have butterflies in my stomach. It’s just some stupid schoolgirl crush. I'll get over it.

As we walk backstage towards the dressing rooms, everyone is telling you that you did a great job and how good the performance was. This is probably the most relaxed you are all day, except when you talk to Haille. You love her more that anything in this world. I wish you could…Damn it!

You say your thank you's and the moment we turn the corner, the hall is full of groupies.

That doesn't bother me because the same girls are always here regardless of who's performing. It bothers me when you drop you arm away from my shoulder. I guess I made some sort of noise because you look at me.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah. I just um…forgot to ask the promoter something about the um…stage."

"It's too late not. The show's over."

"I know but it just hit me right now." I'm trying to fight back tears. God, I hate you sometimes, Marshall.

As you walk into your dressing room, you turn to Paul and tell him "Ask…that one to come in about 10…15 minutes."

You point into the direction of some bleached blonde with bad implants and even worse skin covered by cheap makeup. I hate the fact that you fuck these hoes but at least you'd pick someone who's somewhat pretty. But, most of those girls in the hall look under 18 and it would really break my heart if you threw away your freedom for a 5-minute blowjob. I guess that's just what you'll use her for, anyway.

I need to get out of here. I tell your team backstage that I'm going back to the hotel and if you needed me then just call. I wish you really DID need me. It's funny how everyone else knows that I'm in love…I mean that I'm attracted to you and you don't have a clue. I guess they think that you feel the same.

What else can I say? You got me.

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"You Got Me" part 2

This is what I've been waiting for my entire life. Even after all the shit that I've been through in my lifetime. Standing on this stage in front of thousands of people and doing what I love. They love me. Well, at least that's what they tell me. I know that all of this could be over tomorrow and that the people out here will move on to the next fucking trend. But I hope that you will still be here. What the fuck am I thinking? You don't want to be anywhere near me. You're a goddamn Bible thumping prude but I should know that those are the kinkiest ones. Damn, I'd love to fuck you. I'd rather hear you scream my name than these people out here. Please! You have no chance in hell, Marshall. I've already corrupted enough people out here. I don't need to mess up on of the few pure things around me.

The shows finally over. I just need to get away from this for a while. Then, I see you. For some reason, you look really good tonight.

"Sup, Raqu? So, did you like the show?" God I hope you liked it. It seems like lately I've been performing my ass of just for you.

"Of course I did. The best one so far." Good. I really don't care if everyone else hated it or if it was one of my worst shows. I smile because you approve and as everyone knows Eminem NEVER smiles unless it's at something sick or sinister. But, I remember one day you told me that I could get away with anything if I just smiled more. So, I do it just for you.

Wait? Why is my arm around your shoulder? Calm down, Marshall. I guess it's not too bad because you're not pulling away. Where walking to my dressing room and everyone is saying good show and all that other shit but I'm not really paying attention. The only thing that I can think of is how good you feel in my arms. I just say "Thank You" and hurry down the hall to get away from it all.

Oh shit. The groupies. I forgot they were here. It's the same one's over and over again. I think I've fucked most of them. I can't let them know I love…whatever.

I'm trying to avoid eye contact with them and run into the dressing room.

You make this weird noise. It's probably to tell me that you're disappointed in me.

"Are you ok?" I know you're not. You can be so damn judgmental. God, I hate you sometimes, Raquel.

"Yeah. I just um…forgot to ask the promoter something about the um…stage." Plus, you're a bad liar. Tour assistants don't ask about the stage.

I just make some sarcastic remark. That usually keeps me from showing my real feelings. I'll be damned if some female turns me into some mushy, whiny little bitch. So, I just tell Paul to bring the sluttiest girl into the room in a few minutes. Hell, I need to get off and she'll do. I just wish…FUCK! Don't go there.

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Damn, this girl is horrible. This is probably the worst blowjob ever. But for some reason, the thought of you creeps into my head. The thought of you going down on me has gotten me off plenty of times when I'm alone. So, why not now? Damn, this is starting to feel a hell of a lot better. Oh, Raquel. God, I wish this was you right now. Shit! I just came and now I feel horrible. I just rushed this girl out of the room before she could even get her shit together. I don't care. I hope I never see her again.

After I collect myself, I ask some random person backstage have they seen you. They tell me that you went back to the hotel. Damn! I really need to talk to you. I just need to get some shit off my chest…about us.

Fuck, Raquel. I guess you got me.

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You Got Me part 3

"I swear. He does this shit to me on purpose" Raquel said to herself as she entered the shower. She felt it was the only way to wash away the feelings she felt for Marshall.

"Only one more week." was what she thought to herself when she turned on the hot water and let it pour down her body. It was very relaxing and helped clear her mind of any extra bullshit. But the only thing that was in her head was Em's body. That was one of the main reasons for her attraction to him. There had been many times where she had walked in on him while he was working out in the hotel. The way the sweat poured down his forehead, his neck, his back, his chest and his abs while he hit the punching bag was an image that stayed stuck in her head for days and days. She would memorize his lines and curves and ripples and edges of his body just like it was for some exam on human anatomy. She wished that that were the real reason as to why she did it. But, it actually helped fuel the late night fantasies of him while she was alone in bed. She was ashamed to admit it but she had gotten herself off more than all of the guys she had been with combined.

All of that working out had paid off because the way that he looked the night of the VMA's was priceless. Part of her was happy that the rest of the world could appreciate the sight of this beautiful man, shirtless. Another part of her was upset that she had to share his physique with them. Overall, she felt completely turned on, and helpless.

"I swear. He does this shit to me on purpose" was the only thing that she could think of.

Actually, he was. Marshall would always make Raquel visit him while he was working out. He liked to see her squirm while he grunted during his intense work out. He thought it was funny and felt that she looked cute as hell when she was embarrassed but he still thought that it would push her away. But the VMA thing was her idea. During the rehearsals, she dared him to perform topless but he refused. He did it just for her. He would never do anything because another woman told him to. That had gotten him into trouble too many times before.

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Raquel finished her shower and put on her bathrobe after she realized that there was no way in hell that she could get him out of her head. So she turned on the radio and switched the dial until she found something decent. Every single song was a love song. The last thing she needed at that moment. She remembered it was the "Quiet Storm" block on damn near every station. So, she just laid down on the bed and dozed off.

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After Em had left the arena, he almost went directly to Raquel's room but he realized that he still reeked of the girl he had sex with so he headed off to his room, took a quick shower and changed into sweats and a T-shirt. When he made it to Raquel's door, he got extremely nervous.

"What have you got to lose, Marshall? The tour's almost over anyway." Before he could argue with himself, he knocked on the door.

Raquel was awakened from an X-rated dream starring her favorite obsession by a knock on the door.

"Who the hell is it? It's 2 o'clock in the fucking morning! The damn hotel better be on fucking fire!"

Marshall was taken aback by what he heard from his perfect woman. But he chuckled to himself and admitted he would have said the same thing.

"It's me, Raqu. It's Emi…Marshall."

Raquel immediately woke up and ran to the door. She didn't want to seem too eager so she waited a few seconds and fixed herself in the mirror by the door.

"Hi. I'm sorry about that. I just hate to be woken up." She said with a nervous chuckle.

"It's ok. I’m the same way. Can I come in? We need to talk."

"What the hell is this about?" she thought. In the back of her mind, she wanted him to profess his love to her. But she knew that would happen when he reconciled with his father and hell would soon freeze over.

"Ok. Well, about what?"

Marshall knew that he needed to talk to her but didn’t really know about what. He was never really lost for words but at that moment, he was completely mute.

"Well…um…"

"C'Mon, man. Spit it out." Raquel said half mockingly.

He tried to find the words until he looked into her brown eyes and chickened out.

"Aww, fuck it!" was the only thing he could say before he attacked Raquel's lips with his own.

Raquel was so shocked that it caused her body to fall against the wall with a loud thud.

The only sound in the room was of Raquel's moans as she finally got what she wanted. Every logical thought left her head except that she wished it could be like that forever. Then, the memory of that hallway in the arena crept back into her head.

"Ask…that one to come in about 10…15 minutes." Echoed in her brain. After what seemed like 5 minutes of a non-stop make out session, Raquel pushed Marshall away from her.

"I can't do this!" she screamed and damn near ran away.

Marshall was in a complete daze and completely turned on.

"Well, why the hell not? You know that we wanted to fuck each other ever since this tour started. And now you're getting all shy on me? Fuck you, Raquel!" He couldn't believe that those words came out of his mouth. "Hell," he thought to himself "if she didn't want to sleep with me before then she sure as hell didn't want to do it now."

There were a billion and one reasons why Raquel couldn't sleep with Marshall or Eminem or whoever it was standing in her hotel room. But she didn't want to listen to those thoughts. All she knew was that she had man in her room that wanted her as much as she wanted him. She would deal with the consequences later.

Raquel pushed Marshall up against the wall and kissed him the same way he had kissed her before.

As they kissed, Raquel's hands moved up and down Marshall's chest until she found the bottom of his white T-shirt. When broke she broke the kiss and removed his shirt, she finally got to see the body that she had been lusting after for the past month. She sighed in pleasure and a smirk spread across Marshall's face. Raquel started kissing down his neck then to down his chest and when she was almost on her knees; Marshall grabbed her shoulders and brought her to look in his eyes.

"Not yet, baby."

"Ok" she said with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.

When Marshall went to remove her bathrobe, Raquel gasped. Now, it was for real. It's not a dream. It's not a fantasy. No more flirting or teasing or sexual innuendo. It was really going to happen.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Marshall asked. Raquel didn't know what to say as she stared into his eyes. She forgot everything except for how blue they were. All she could do was nod yes.

Under her now discarded bathrobe, Raquel was wearing a black camisole with a black thong. All Marshall could do was just remark on how beautiful she looked at that moment.

Then, Raquel and Marshall began kissing again, now a little more intense and with a lot more tongue. They finally made it to the bed before they almost tripped on a coffee table, a couch and the doorway to the bedroom.

"Wait!" Raquel said after she broke the kiss again.

"What is it now?" It was obvious in the tone of his voice and the look in his eye that Marshall was beyond pissed with all of her constant interruptions.

"I…was just wondering if you had a condom or something." She loved his intensity but she hated how angry he could get and how it could happen so quickly. She was pretty close to throwing him out of the room after that. Well, after she got off first.

Marshall saw the fear that Raquel had in her eyes. He didn't want her to be afraid of him.

"I'm sorry, Raqu. Um…yeah. Hold on." He reached down into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out some condoms. Apparently, they were leftover from some other random encounter that he had two weeks ago. Luckily, they were still good.

"Here they are. Do you…" Before he could even finish his sentence, Raquel was completely naked.

Marshall just stared at her. He loved how her brown skin looked in the pale moonlight.

"Don't just stand there. Take your pants off, baby." She said with her best seductive voice.

"Well if you say so." He said with a smile on his face.

Marshall pulled his gray sweat pants slowly down his hips then to his legs. But before they were completely off, they got caught on his shoes.

"God damn it!" The only thing Marshall was doing was teasing Raquel. He still had his boxers left to discard.

"Oh for the love of God!" Now, Raquel was the one who was pissed off by the interruptions.

"I'm just kidding, baby. It's just funny to see you all horny and frustrated." He said with that smile of his. Just that one gesture made all of the bad feelings that Raquel felt that entire day melt away.

After his pants were in a pile on the floor, Marshall walked to the bed and said, "I think you can take these off for me."

So, Raquel grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slowly moved it down his hips and past his butt. The feeling of the soft material rubbing over Marshall's rock hard penis sent chills throughout his body. "Oh, Raquel!" he moaned.

She finally took off his boxers and began to put on the condom. She opened the package and took it out. Marshall's hand reached to put grab it so he could put it on himself but Raquel shooed his hands away.

"No. I want to do this, too." She unrolled the condom and put it in her mouth and held it between her lips. She placed the opening at the head of Marshall's dick and tediously put it on him with her mouth.

"Oh…God…don't…stop…" Marshall tried to say. He was already close to the edge with out even touching her.

After the condom was on, Raquel shifted back onto the bed and laid her head against the pillows.

Marshall kneeled on the bed and moved his way in between Raquel's legs.

"Ready, baby?" he said is his deep, sexy Detroit accent. Before she could say anything, Marshall thrusted himself into her. Raquel groaned in delight. She finally got her man.

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You Got Me part 4

Well Marshall, that was…WOW! I heard that you were good but I had no idea that it was going to be like that. Maybe it's because it's been a while since I've had sex and I've heard people say that if you haven't had sex for a while, the first time you do is the best. But…that was wonderful. You look so peaceful right now. I've seen you asleep before and you look so at peace but now you look so serene and innocent. But you also have this cocky little smile on your face like after you wake up, you're going to run to the nearest phone and tell all your boys that you fucked the prude that works for you. God, I hope this doesn’t wind up on an album or something. With my luck, it probably would.

I hope you don't think that I used you in any way. That I just wanted to brag that I had you for one night. I'm not like those girls who make themselves feel worthy by saying that they were with you. I can see the pain in your eyes when you hear that some girl is going all over town bragging about what type of underwear you wear to how big you are to how long you last. It just turns you off to being with someone. You just use them for one night and discard them like the condom wrappers on the floor. Maybe I'll be the next one. Shut up, Raquel! I don't know why I think the worst of you. God, this is so complicated. But, what do you think of me now, Marshall?

I hope what happened in this bed tonight meant more to you than just some one-night stand. You can get any girl you want; yet you wanted me. Or I guess you wanted me. Maybe you did but not in the way that I want you. Why do I always do this to myself? I fall for the guy with the best game and when he finally gets me in bed, he never talks to me again. Am I that bad in bed? Oh please! I had you screaming my name so loudly that I think we woke a few people. Well, maybe just the people next door. I don't think that anyone can sleep with a headboard banging against the wall followed by moans and groans and a few curse words. I won't be surprised if they knew every single orgasm that we had. Either way, we were both beyond satisfied. I knew I could give you the night of your life. And you sure as hell did the same thing for me. Even if it was just a one-night stand, I've probably ruined you for some groupies who read those bullshit articles in some magazine on how to please a man. They don't realize that sex is great between two people who love each other. Just like us. Wait…I can't believe that I just admitted that to myself. Oh my God! I'm in love with you. I think I told you that while you were inside of me. And I think you said the same thing right before you came for the second time. I don't say that to just anyone and I know you don't either. Unless you mean it. God I hope you mean it. Don't get you hopes up, girl. You don't know where he stands on…your relationship.

I knew that after we finished fucking…I mean, making love, I would have to deal with all of these thoughts and feelings. Whether or not this could be the beginning of something truly real for the both of us. Or it could mean that we satisfied an urge that both of us had and that we will go our separate way. But, I just want to put it all off until tomorrow. Right now, I just want to lie here in you arms and think of only good things.

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You Got Me- part 5

Damn, girl! Where did you learn how to do that shit? That's they type of sex that would cause a man to give up his freedom. Luckily, you're asleep or else I'd do something stupid like give you all of my credit cards. Wait a minute. Get a grip, Marshall. Don't let this girl get to you. You've had so many women within the past year and most of it was the best sex of your life but this time…shit! I can't think like this right now.

But, I have to say that WAS the best sex I've had in a long time. The sluttiest groupie has nothing on you. Maybe you're not that innocent. Who care's, really? Maybe I really do since my mind is going a million miles an hour right now. I've never had to deal with this morning after shit. I just tell the girl to leave right after I come. I don't really care if her feelings are hurt. I just can't look at her for more that 5 seconds without getting sick. But with you, the look on your face when you moaned and screamed my name is more than enough to make me fall for you even more. Don't do this to yourself! Don't become whipped! Don't become whipped.

I know that I've have made so many mistakes in the past with women but what's the worst that could happen if we got together? I'd be happy? Or, maybe you could just be some goldigger who puts on this sweet and innocent act and then turn on me and take my money. Damn, my boys said I was paranoid but I think I just reached a new low. I guess I'm just worried that I'll get hurt again. I don't know if I can live through another broken heart. Especially if it was caused by you. I don't know if my soul could take it.

Why on earth do I get myself into these situations? I'm almost like a female with all these crushes and obsessions. Luckily, I finally fell for a woman who's normal and well adjusted. Did I just admit that to myself? I'm in love with you? Well, if anything, it's mostly lust but looking at you sound asleep like that tells me that the other "L" word wouldn't be so bad. Raquel Mathers. That sounds nice. But, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. Damn! It's getting pretty early. I should get some sleep. We have to leave early tomorrow. Only 3 shows left before we say our good-byes. Or maybe. Until then, I'll just lie here with you and think of only good things.

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You Got Me - part 6

After the long night, it was finally morning. Raquel and Marshall said that they would deal with the consequences of their affair later. It was now later. Raquel woke up first with the first peaks of sunlight coming though the hotel window in front of her with Marshall nuzzling against her neck still asleep. It felt nice and she just wanted to lay there and have what she had always wanted in her life but reality hit her.

"Oh God! What the hell did I just do?" she thought to herself.

While she was silently freaking out, Marshall started to wake up. He had forgotten that he was in a hotel room in some random city instead of at home in his bed. It was obvious when he pulled Raquel closer to his body and whispered in her ear, "Good morning, baby. Did you have fun last night?" He had never asked that before to one of his previous one-night stands. But this time was different. Or was it?

When he was completely awake, his eyes cleared to see Raquel giving him a perplexed look. Even though she loved what he said to her and she wanted to respond so badly, she just chalked it up to him thinking he was in bed with his ex wife or one of his ex girlfriends.

"I knew this was going to happen." They both thought to themselves. They were both happy that they fulfilled their fantasy but they hadn't thought about the reality that they had to face either together or alone.

"Morning." Raquel finally said in the calmest voice she could force out.

There was an extremely awkward silence between the two of them. It was magnified when they realized that they were still naked. Even more so when they knew that one of them had to get out of bed first. Raquel made the first move when she reached over the side of the bed and grabbed a piece of clothing. Things became more tense when she realized that it was Marshall's boxers. So she just handed them to him and said,

"Umm…here are…your…boxers." Her voice sounded cold but she didn't mean it to come out that way.

"Thanks." Marshall said with an embarrassed tone in his voice and his face turning slightly red.

The deafening silence went on a little while longer as the two put back on their clothes. Raquel got out of bed first and Marshall followed. After he put back on his sweatpants and shoes, he made his way to the door.

"Where are you going?" Raquel said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

"I have to get my shirt. It's near the door."

"Oh. Sorry." It was now Raquel's turn to be embarrassed.

When they got to the point where they had first disrobed, Raquel grabbed her bathrobe and quickly threw in out. Even though she was clothed again, she felt emotionally naked. This was the first time she had been so open with someone and so much was at stake. Not only her career but her happiness as well.

As Marshall put back on his shirt, he thought of how much this could mess things up for him in the future. He didn't know if Raquel was crazy and that she could go around and saying that he raped her or something. And that would make his life even worse than it was the year before. He knew his imagination was running wild and that it wouldn't be that horrible but it would make life difficult for the next few days. Either way, neither of them wanted to end on a sour note.

"Paul said that the bus was going to be leaving around 9, so I have to get ready." Raquel said after the 3 minutes of silence from the time they had both woken up until that moment.

Marshall looked at the clock on the wall. They had about an hour and a half until they had to leave for the next city.

"Ok. So, I'll…see you downstairs in the lobby in about a hour?"

"Yeah. I'll be there. Of course."

"Ok. I'll see you on the bus." He knew that she didn't want to be with him on the bus even though she had been throughout the entire tour.

"Yeah. I'll see you later…Em." It had turned some what formal again. Even though they had shared an intimate moment the night before, she didn't feel comfortable being buddy-buddy with him.

"Ok." Em said with sadness in his voice "Bye, Raquel." The same thing went for him as well. No more close friendship between the two of them any more. Shit had changed.

Em opened the door and walked out of the room. Closing the door behind him, Raquel was left standing there to ponder how she had screwed up something really good. She knew sex would complicate things but she listened to her heart instead of her gut feeling.

Em stood outside of the room debating whether or not to go back in. He finally walked back into his room after pacing the hall for about a minute. He knew sex would complicate things but he had just gone on impulse instead of thinking logically.

Now, Raquel and Em had made a "perfect" thing even worse.

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After taking a shower, packing their clothes, and cursing themselves for being so stupid, Raquel and Em made it down to the hotel lobby. They left their rooms at the same time but Raquel saw Em leave his room first. So, she ran back around a corner and hid until she knew the coast was clear and Em had gone into the elevator.

Raquel got on the elevator and made it down to where the buses were parked. As she turned the corner, she saw Em talking to a DJ who was with one of the other rappers. Their eyes locked and he noticed the obvious tension.

"Hey, are you ok? Did you two have an argument or something?"

"Yeah. Something like that." Em said with his eyes still on her. Raquel kept walking and went right to the bus. She wanted to hope on another bus but she wasn't that close with the other people on the tour like she was with D-12, Em especially. So, she just sat in the front of the bus while the other members went to the back where they usually sat. When Em got on the bus, he went straight to the back and didn't even glance at Raquel.

For the entire 4 1/2-hour trip to the next city, they avoided each other. Em sat with D-12 in the back lounge of the bus and played video games and freestyled a little. Raquel sat in the front of the bus and watched some TV, read some magazines, and did her nails. Anything that could keep her mind off of the man in the back of the bus. The same went for Em. He told as many jokes as he could just so he wouldn't think about the woman on the front of the bus. Despite what they did to try and distract them, one was still on the other's mind.

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The last few days of the tour were such a blur. Everyone was ready to go home but no one really wanted to leave the road. Everyone had as much fun as they possible could except for Eminem and Raquel. They tried to avoid talking to each other or seeing each other. Granted, Raquel was his assistant but Em didn't want her to do anything for him that would have been meaningless before but now could be seen as demeaning and degrading for a girlfriend. Or whatever she was to him. Raquel just went through the motions of making phone calls and running errands. She basically stayed far away from him just so she won't feel anything for him. Neither lust, love, nor contempt. Things were fine between them. Just as long as they weren't around each other.

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It was the final show. In Detroit. Em's hometown. While everyone was saying their good-byes and planning plane trips home and to other places, Raquel finally came to her senses.

"I need to speak to him. After tonight, it might be that last time I'm around him. It's either now or never, girl." She told herself as she stood at his dressing room door. Since they were back in Detroit, Em stayed at his house while Raquel was the only member of his entourage to stay in the hotel since everyone else was from the city as well. The only time she would get to talk to him was at the arena. She didn't want to see him in her hotel room since the last time they were alone together was when things became complicated.

"I seriously need to talk to Marshall. Damn. It's Marshall again. I need to put everything on the table. My feelings for him before that night, during that night, and right now. What have you got to lose, Raquel? Nothing. Well, except for your pride, dignity and the man you love."

While Raquel was on the outside giving herself a much needed pep talk; Em was on the other side of the door, pacing. He had never been nervous before a show. Even in his hometown. He knew that he did the best he could on stage and that is what all of the people out there could hope for. But, that was what was bothering him. He needed to talk to Raquel badly.

"Damn. I haven't felt this way for anyone since I was 18. And the entire world knows how that ended. I don’t think I could deal with that type of rejection anymore. But, just need to get some shit off my chest before I even go out there tonight. You just need to put all of the cards on the table, Marshall before the stress gives you a fucking heart attack."

They both reached for the door handle at the same time and turned it. As Marshall pulled the door open, Raquel came flying in and almost hit the ground. They would have thought it was funny if the whole situation weren't so tragic.

"Sit down. We need to talk, Raqu." Even though the moment was really serious, she felt so much better when he called her by his nickname for her. It meant they were on relatively good terms.

"Now everything is going to be alright." She thought to herself. But she dared not to get her hopes up.

Marshall sat down on the couch next to Raquel. They knew exactly what they wanted to say to each other but they were met by that awkward silence. They knew one of them had to speak first before they wound up sitting there not talking to each other and still in pain.

"Look, Marshall," Raquel finally blurted out. Actually he was happy she said something first. He wasn't very good with those kinds of moments.

"I just wanted to say that I'm…I love you. OK. And… that night was just wonderful and I had wanted that for so long and I had probably wanted you since the first time we met but I just didn't want to admit it to myself. I don’t regret what happened between us but I just hated the tension and the silence. Even if you just thought it was a one-night stand, then that 's fine. Even if my feelings for you are one sided then that's fine as well. I just needed to get this off my chest before I completely lost it. So, what do you have to say?"

Raquel felt that a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders and she could breathe again. But Marshall felt like the world was on his shoulders now. He knew that he had to tell her the same thing and if not then he'd look like an asshole and she would hate him for the rest of her life. He had enough people in the world that hated him. What he didn't need was someone who he actually loved and cared for to join that list. So instead of pouring his heart out like some punk he did the only thing he could think of at that moment.

"OK." Then he got up off the couch and made his way over to the door. Raquel was completely horrified.

"Wait the fuck up! I sit here and pour my heart out to you and you just say ok? Why would you do something like that? Fuck you!" Then Raquel burst into tears. She couldn't take it any more. All of the stress had finally gotten to her. That was far from the reaction that Marshall wanted from her.

"Raquel, I'm so sorry, baby. I just freak you out a little. I didn't think you would take it so hard." Marshall said as he held Raquel in his arms. This was the first time they embraced and he hoped his stupid joke wouldn't cause it to be the last time.

"Raqu, look at me. I love you and I don't regret what happened that night. I wish we would have just talked it out that morning and saved all of this drama and bullshit. I hate that this has started off things between us really badly. I just hope we can fix it."

Then, Marshall leaned in and gave Raquel a long and passionate kiss. Whatever anger Raquel felt had just disappeared at that moment. After what seemed like forever, they finally broke the kiss. Raquel rested her forehead against Marshall's and whispered,

"I love you, Marshall."

"I love you too, Raquel."

After all was said and done, Eminem and Raquel finally had each other.

THE END

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.