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Demolition Addiction	By : alicevanity Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not own/know Eminem and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 3:

"I don’t know man, it was fucking weird." Marshall said to Obie as they sat in the living room, he was telling him about everything that happened yesterday at Alli's. "Man, she's a goddamn high school chick. Why can't you pick someone that’s not a minor? You can get any girl you want." Obie said confused.

"It's not even like that man, her life fucking sucks." Marshall reflected. "And you're what? The good fairy? Man, snap out of it! There's millions like her out there, with fucked up families and sad stories. Whatcya gonna do? Ask her to move in to your place? Adopt her?" Obie said, trying to put some sense into Marshall's head. "This one is different." Marshall said meaningfully and walked off. "This ain't good…" Obie murmured to himself.

Marshall stepped into his room, he felt like he was going insane. The look on Alli's teary face didn’t leave his mind. Why do I even care? He thought to himself and his thoughts flew again to Hailie and Kim. After a few moments of daydreaming he heard loud talking from the hallway. Roy was yelling on the phone. "Who's he yelling at?" Marshall asked Obie that was sitting next to Roy, looking bothered. "His friends." Obie said apathetically and walked off to a quieter area. "Is it Alli?" Marshall asked, getting closer to Roy that just nodded back.

"Tell her to come over, tonight." Marshall demanded loudly. "Hold on a minute." Roy said to the receiver and looked at Marshall, "She says she cant, she's at work." Roy explained. Marshall spoke even louder so she could hear him clearly: "Tell her to get her ass down here tonight, or I'll go down there and drag her mahself." Smiling a dumb smile, full of self-indulgence, convinced he's going to see Alli tonight.

"So you're joinin' us tonight or wut? Nicole an' Tiffany are coming too…" Roy asked one final time to the receiver, Marshall was still listening carefully. "Aight, bye Allie." Roy said and hung up. "What she said?" Marshall asked desperately the moment Roy lied the phone down. "She said she's not sure, she might come over." Roy teased, his eyes were examining Em's face suspiciously and a sneaky smile was spreading on his face.

"You and Alli? That’s weird." Roy called out, taking a deep breath. "Its not even like dat." Em said apathetically. "Man, don’t mess with her, seriously, she's mah friend." Roy said caringly. "You got a thing fo' her?" Em asked directly, a bit teasing. "No!" Roy hissed firmly. "Then shut the fuck up and mind yo' own business." Em concluded and walked away.

The hour was 12 PM and his manager scheduled him this interview in a couple of hours, but it was a pretty long drive so he had to hit the road pretty early. The interview went just fine until they started to ask some intruding, personal questions that irritated Eminem.

"So…one rumor that has been running around lately is about you and Kim coming back together, does this have a kernel of truth?" the male interviewer asked excitedly. "No, and I'm not saying a word 'bout it." Em said immediately, a bit cranky. Later the questions became more about the music, cooperation with other artists and plans for the rest of the year, which was fine by him.

"Fucking press." Em cussed as he and Dr. Dre walked out of the building. "Chill man, its only fucking natural they'd ask you dat." Dre said peacefully. "I'm sick of it, I'm fucking fed up with this shit. Always the same fucking questions. I just held myself from knocking the shit out of him." Eminem said grumpily.

"Nevermind. So I wanted to talk to you about somein', man…" Em mumbled as they sat in his car. "Oh yea?" Dre answered surprisingly, "Yeah, 'bout time you tell me what's the shit that’s been going on with you lately." Dre informed.

"Watchya talkin' 'bout, man?" Em answered innocently. "Don’t act like you don' know what I'm talkin' 'bout, you've been acting all weird last night…this ain't like you." Dre said worriedly, examining his face, noticing Em's thoughtful expression. "Aight, forget about it man, you're wrong." Eminem tried to blow him off. "Oh, I'm wrong?" Dre replayed sharply, piercing his light blue eyes.

"Doesn’t matter, man! I'm trying to tell you, I found the next artist for 'Shady Records!" Eminem called out excitedly. "And who's he?" Dre asked, giving him a suspicious look. "It’s a she, she's an amazing singer." Eminem reflected, his eyes lightening. "She's in Roy's class, you know…Obie's little bro…" Eminem murmured. "No shit, you fucked in the head or what? She's a fucking minor?" Dre snapped and then paused, looking at Eminem suspiciously. "You fucked her?" his voice pierced the silence.

"No!" Eminem yelled. "Listen to me, she's great, you gotta hear her! She blew me away." Eminem insisted. "I don’t know 'bout dat, but she definitely blew some'n…" Dre said, looking between Eminem's legs.

"Don’t be stupid! I'm telling you…its nothing like dat. She's pure." Eminem snapped and smacked Dre's shoulder, it made Dre worried. "Man, shut up. You're fucking in love." Dre shouted, looking disgust. "She never kissed a boy." He hissed. "Damn, she must be really ugly." Dre murmured a little shocked. "She's prettier than any of the bitches you’ve ever had." Eminem defended her boldly.

"Aight, whatever. It’s a bad idea. She's not even 18!" Dre decided. "It’s a perfect idea! I want her to sign in my label, she's even from Detroit – see? It all makes sense!" Eminem said, full of self indulgence for his idea.

"Aight, does Kim know you're in love with a teen chick? I thought she was the only one, but turns out she's got some competition." Dre teased. "Shut up man, you know I love Kim, I'll always be in love with her." Eminem said quietly and drowned in his thoughts. "Doubt it." Dre whispered to himself. "Hey, I'm fucking hungry, let's eat somewhere." Dre said after a moment, leaning his hand on his stomach. "Whatever man." Em agreed and they drove off.

Dre and Eminem were sitting in an exclusive new restaurant when Marshall's cellphone suddenly rang. "It's Dennis, probably another text message reminding me of what I have to do tomorrow…" Em informed, reading the text message.

"Damn! I gotta get up at 7 am." Em hissed. "That’s life, baby." Dre chuckled. "Listen to this, probably the busiest day in my whole fucking life…" Em said, a bit bitter, reading out loud from his phone: "First I got this photoshoot for the "Vibe", then I gotta make the article of course…the interview. Then Dennis wants to meet me at some restaurant for quick lunch and were gonna drive for fucking 3 hours for this live interview with an MTV foreign correspondent. I don’t even know where the fuck is dat gonna be, Dennis said he wants to guide me there."

"Shit man, you've got some hot shit going on for you right now…you gotta do it..." Dre said with a smirk. "Wait, I'm not finished with this shit yet." Em grumbled. "Then I gotta be on some launch event shit for a new single with Lil' Kim and Dido." He added with a sigh of tiredness.

"What's with you bah the way?" Eminem mouthed suddenly, looking at Dre. "What do you mean?" Dre replayed immediately. "How come you got da time to sit here with me? No upcoming projects?" Eminem wondered.

"There's actually this thing…I was thinking about making a rap song that has RNB vibe in da chores, but I don’t know…can't find the right person yet. I took Nate Dogg in for now, but I'ma need more artists, at least two." Dre reflected, looking at Em thoughtfully, trying to think of the right person.

Em checked the clock in his cellphone, it was already 5 and a half pm. "Man we gotta go back." Eminem said, jumping from his seat. "What's got into you suddenly?" Dre asked alarmed. "Don’t ask what's got into me, ask what's got into my pants!" Eminem replayed cheerfully, hurrying to pay and get the hell out of there.

They entered into Obie's house at 8 pm. "Shit, I'm sorry, is she here already?" Marshall asked Roy impatiently, he really wanted to be there on time but the ride back took much more than the time it took to get there. "No. she ain't coming, dawg." Roy said, disappointment in his tune.

Marshall's eyes darkened a little, Dre noticed. Marshall grabbed his car keys and headed to the door. "Where you goin'?" Dre asked confusedly, examining Marshall's determined expression. "I'm gonna get her." Marshall mumbled firmly and disappeared behind the front door.

Dre was shocked, he never saw Marshall going nuts over a girl except Kim. He was usually the one to play with them, girls were used to throw themselves on him, and he never had to chase any woman.

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A knock on the front door was heard and everything became silent, a few seconds later, when he got no response , Marshall knocked again. Alli opened the door, wearing a nightdress that came down to her thighs. Her hair was pulled away in a loosen ponytail and she was barefoot. "What are you doing here?" She asked surprised. "Keepin' mah promise, I said dat if you wouldn’t come to Roy's I'mah have to drag you along mahself." Marshall said, a huge smile spreading on his face, he was trying to soften Alli's expression as well.

She smiled weakly and murmured: "Come in.", they walked to her room silently. "So, Whatcya doin'?" he asked, shoving his hands into his baggy pockets, looking around. "Mhmm…studying for my Math exam in two days…" She said innocently. She sat on the bed with her knees pinned together, removing her notebook and making some room for him to sit. He dragged his legs across the room and sat next to her.

"Why didn’t you come?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes, his pale blue eyes were sparkling. "I gotta study, Marshall." She said responsibly. When she said his name, Marshall's heart skipped a beat.

He looked at her and felt 16 years old again. He liked that feeling, maybe because he hasn't felt it for years, in fact, the last time he had butterflies was in high school, when he and Kim just started going out. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked, carefulness and offense in his tune. "No, that’s okay, I was just about to take a break anyway." She gave an excuse.

He gulped, not knowing where to start from. "Listen, Alli…I've been thinking about it a lot, ever since the last time I've been here…you really are gifted, you've been blessed with a voice that not many has…" he started off, she just listened suspiciously. "I thought you might wanna take your shot, its right here, right now." He said, standing up, gathering all of his inner strength in order to convince her. His face lightened as he kept going: "I'm right here Alli, and I'm gonna be the one who will support you and show off your talent to the world!" he then paused to take a breath. "Well? What do you think?" he pushed her impatiently.

"Wow, sounds like you've got it all figured out…" she mumbled, looking at him doubtfully. Em snorted, "C'mon! Will you at least give it a chance?" he pleaded with a frown. "You won't have to work in a shitty pizza place, you'll have money and all you need to do for it its just…record, sing. You can even try to write your own shit if you'd like!" Marshall said again excitedly, trying hard to convince her and make her see the positive side of the offer.

"I don’t think so…" she started off quietly. "- No, I'm telling ya, you're the person I've been lookin' fo'." He cut her off. "You can still finish high school, with good grades! And still support that fucking father of yours…" he said, lowering his tune with the last few words. "Shut up!" she snapped, her eyes getting filled with fury.

"Aight. Mah bad." He murmured immediately, hoping she'd soften back. "Don’t even talk about my dad!" she complained. Marshall lowered his sight and hoped she would let this go. "Will you please just consider mah offer?" he said, still not looking at her.

A moment of silence filled the room as she was thinking about the offer in her head. "Look, I really want you to be on my label, if we'll work hard – you can make a living out of this. You're exactly what I'm looking for, you're good looking, young…" he flattered her, hoping it might convince her.

"Yeah, too young, I'd say." She murmured. "Age is just a fucking number. If ya wanna make it, I'm your chance." Marshall said, leaning his hands on his chest.

"Can you give me a few days?" Alli asked and sighed, rubbing her forehead confusedly. "Sure." Marshall nodded rapidly, noticing the progress, smiling mischievously. Alli giggled. "What?" he asked innocently.

"Nothing, you're just…really convincing." She explained and her face lightened. "I believe in you." he confessed sincerely and sat next to her, holding her hand. They shared a moment of true intimacy, just looking into each other's eyes. Marshall breathed heavily, his mouth feeling dry. Alli just stared at him speechless, studying his features warmheartedly.

Marshall didn’t want to push his luck. He saw the progress, but didn’t want to scare her away and ruin what he achieved already. It was getting late, and after that graceful moment was over they just kept talking about random things and the time flew. "Its getting late, I think I should 'prolly go…" Marshall said, his voice was tender because of the peaceful atmosphere in the room. "Okay…" she said quietly too, but deep inside she didn’t want him to go.

"Hey…by the way, where's yo' mom?", he spat and his eyebrows were twitching with the question when he remembered he didn’t see her at all. "She's at work, taking the night shift." Alli said as they crossed the hall. "She's doin' it a lot? And you're stayin' home alone all night?" he asked, trying to sound normal but he couldn’t hide the concern in his voice too well.

Alli chuckled. "Yeah, it happens once or twice a week, we have no choice." Alli answered, her tune is getting sadder. "Aight, don’t let the bugs bite, and lock all the doors." He said and winked at her, bending the door handle.

"Goodnight, Marshall." Alli said with a tired smile. "Goodnight." He greeted her back and disappeared into his car that was parked across the asphalt. Damn. What a car. Alli thought to herself when he started to drive away.
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