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Unexpected	By : Line Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 12635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 12

Marshall’s POV

I wake up, and I guess it’s morning. Huh. I didn’t think we’d sleep that long. I lift my hand to rub at my eyes. Or I try to. I can’t move my arm. What the fuck?

Raising my head I look down at my body. Oh. That would explain it. Apparently Nick is a fucking octopus when he sleeps, arms and legs going everywhere. And right now, he’s half lying on top of me. Or at least he’s got my arm held hostage underneath him.

Fuck! I gotta piss. Okay. How do I get out of this without waking him up? I mean, I don’t want him to wake up, ‘cause I wanna come back to bed after my bathroom visit, and I want Nick to be there too, damnit!

Okay, count of three I’m gonna try to pull my arm out. One…Two…Three. I slowly attempt to get free, and I’m almost halfway there when Nick starts mumbling and stirring,

“Mmmmshll. Wntchu. Luv…”

And then he’s sleeping again. I can’t help but snicker. Hey, at least it sounds like he’s dreaming about me. I wait a few more seconds, while debating whether I should try the band aid method, or keep going the way I was. I finally decide to just keep going slow.

It takes about 2 more minutes before I’m finally free, and now I have to piss so bad I can’t even stand still. Fuck.

I run, as quietly as possible, to the bathroom and finally get to relieve myself. Damn that’s good.

I finish, wash my hands and brush my teeth before walking back into the bedroom.

When I get there, Nick is fucking sprawled all over the damn bed, and there is no way there’s any room for me there. Guess I’ll have to wake him up. Damn.

I walk my side of the bed…wait…my side? I have a side now? Fuck! You’d think we’re an old married couple or something. Shit. Anyway, I walk over to the side I slept on, and crouch down. His face is turned my way, so I just look at him for a minute.

I can see why chicks dig him. Too bad he likes cock! I snicker again. Fuck, it’s like I’m fucking 12 years old with all the snickering and giggling.

I decide on my course of action and raise my right hand and flick his nose. I know it can hurt like a son of bitch, but I don’t really care, I wanna go back to bed.

Nick flinches and opens his eyes, while rubbing his nose.

“The hell Marshall?” He asks, voice rough from sleep, “That fucking hurt!”

I smile innocently,

“You were hogging the bed. Move over.”

He sighs, sending me a glare,

“You could have woken me up in some other way dude.”

“I could, but that wouldn’t have been nearly as much fun.” He’s moved, so I lay back down and turn to face him.

“You’re a meanie.” He says, full on pouting. I can’t hold back a soft smile. He looks so fucking cute. This guy is turning into a fucking softie, but somehow I can’t seem to care right now. I lean in and kiss him softly before pulling back,

“Sorry.” He’s smiling now, which just makes him even more fucking gorgeous. Jesus.

“Okay.” He whispers, and then he leans in for another kiss, which quickly turns heated.

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Nick’s POV

Have I mentioned how much I love kissing Marshall? ‘Cause I really really do. Right now he tastes of toothpaste and something that is pure Marshall. I don’t really know how to explain it. It’s something earthy and just…gah! So good.

Wait…Toothpaste? Hm…he must’ve brushed his teeth when he went to the bathroom. Hold on. I didn’t brush…I have morning breath! Oh god! No! That’s not…

“Wait…wait!” I push at his chest. He looks at me dazed and his hair is sort of messy. God, he’s so…No! Morning breath, remember?”

“What’s wrong?” He asks, when he’s able to focus again.

“I need to…Just move okay?” I look at him pleadingly. He sighs and rolls over to his side of the bed. I can’t help but be a little bit scared that I pissed him off. But, instead of explaining, I just act like the chicken I am, and flee the room.

I lock the door to the bathroom, and lean against the counter breathing heavily. What the hell was I thinking? Why the hell did I freak out about morning breath? He didn’t seem to mind it, so why the hell did I have a fucking panic attack? Jesus Nick, get a grip.

I turn on the tap and splash some cold water on my face before grabbing the toothbrush and paste. I might as well just brush them, especially after my spectacular exit. Let’s just say I’m in no hurry to get back in there and look Marshall in the eye. I’m gonna have to explain what the heck happened, and I just know he’s gonna laugh. Now, I love it when he laughs, but not when he’s laughing at me.

I’m just about finished, when there’s a knock on the door.

“Nick? Are you okay?” Marshall yells through the door.

I spit and rinse one final time, before answering,

“Yeah, I’m okay.”

Marshall tries opening the door, but I locked it so, that’s a no go.

“If you’re fine, then open the damn door? What the hell just happened?”

I can’t decide if he sounds angry or confused. Probably both. Damnit.

“Just a sec!” I yell, and lean on the counter. I take a few deep breaths before pushing away and going to unlock the door.

As soon as the lock clicks, Marshall bursts into the room,

“What the hell Nick? Did I do something wrong?”

Oh my god. He Thinks he did something wrong. Jesus I’m such a god damned idiot.

“No, you didn’t do anything. I just freaked out about something.” I really don’t want to tell him I freaked out over morning breath. I mean, how pathetic can you get. Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, pleasedontaskpleasedontpleasedontask.

“What was it?”

Fuck. He’s usually so good at reading what’s on my mind, so why can’t he do it now? Why?

“You’re gonna think I’m an idiot.” I say, purposely not meeting his eyes. He takes a step closer to me.

“Tell me.” He says, just as quietly. Why does he have to be so nice? Why can’t he be Eminem, Slim Shady, someone why doesn’t care? I can feel my cheeks turning red. You’d think I’m an 11 year old girl.

“I realized I had morning breath.” I’m practically whispering now. But I can see he heard it. His eyes are laughing. I glare at him, and then he smiles that smiles he almost never lets anyone see, and damnit!

“So? Did it look like I noticed?” He asks.

“No. But…Look, I don’t know why I freaked. Can we just forget this happened?” I send him the puppy dog eyes.

He laughs and rolls his eyes,

“Aiight. So let’s go get some breakfast or something. I’m fucking starving dude!”

I laugh too, and give him a quick kiss before leaving the room, Marshall hot on my heels.

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To Be Continued…

Oh, and there will be full on sexin’ in the next chapter! Yay!
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