Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7: Problem

A few weeks later

Brittany's P.O.V.

It was a Sunday night. I was chilling by myself at my apartment, watching some films alone at my place. I was munching on some snacks, food, whatever else.

I didn't have work. It was finally the time they gave me the week off. I was on my own personal little holiday now. I didn't have plans for going anywhere. I felt like being lazy and staying around this area, just to relax.

I was in my pyjamas, lounging around on the couch, in the middle of seeing The Silence of the Lambs when my telephone began to ring. I got up to go pick it up, eyes still glued to the TV from the other side of the room. I spoke into it first. "Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

I was smiling to myself, focus diverted to the phone a little more now. It was Eminem. "Why, hi."

"How you doing?" he asked charmingly.

I chuckled. "Comme ci, comme ça."

"Huh?" He sounded confused.

"Like this, like that. So-so. I'm alright," I translated. "You?"

"What's up with you and French?" Em went back to ask, laughing a little.

"I know French," I shrugged to myself. "I grew up learning it."

"You should teach me some sometime," he said in a laid-back manner, interested as well.

"Maybe," I said playfully back.

"What are you doing right now?" he asked next, lightheartedly.

Between this, I made my way over back down to the couch, plopping down on it. "Just watching some movies. Basically what I've been doing the whole day," I told him.

I heard a chuckle. He continued with curious questions. "Which ones?"

I paused, remembering all the ones I've seen today. "I started out with The Breakfast Club, one of my favourites—"

"Eh," he interrupted me.

"Shut the hell up!" I scolded him, hearing nothing but laughter on the other end. I continued over it. "Then I saw Forrest Gump, Boyz n the Hood, Rain Man, and now I'm in the middle of watching The Silence of the Lambs."

"Alright, now that's dope," he said after his laughter ended.

"What is?"

"The last few you mentioned. Especially Silence of the Lambs. Man, Hannibal Lecter's fucking awesome."

I laughed at him. "Uh-huh. And you're interrupting me in the middle of this movie why?"

"What, I'm not allowed to call the girl I like? You're the one who gave me your number in the first place."

"No," I began to correct him. "I gave my number to Proof. I left it up to him to do what he wanted with it, and that ended up being given to you, I guess," I sighed, smirking.

I heard him groan from the other side. After that, I heard another voice chatting with him—it sounded like Proof, DeShaun, himself. I think he was saying things like to invite me over. Which was true, because Em went on to ask just that. "You should come kick it with us if all you're doing is watching movies. I think we're thinking about hitting up some raves."

I shrugged to myself. "I don't know."

"What? Don't be like that. We could use the company," he was pleading.

I let out another long sigh, but then smiled to myself when I heard him last. Him begging for me was somewhat funny to me. And, to be honest, I wanted to go out, too. "Fine. I should get out at least one time today. I got the week off from work in case you're wondering."

"Oh, that's tight," Em said. "We should kick it every day then."

"Eh," I blurted. "We'll see. You at Proof's now?"

"Psh, and uh, yup, I am."

"I'll go over once the movie's over. Maybe in about forty minutes."

"Alright, sounds cool. Grab a pen and pad, I'll give you the address. Oh yeah, and wear something sexy," he added.

I rolled my eyes, disagreeing, however ending up laughing. After jotting down the address he gave to me, I got off the phone, planning to finish the film. Once done, well, I guess I was going to be on my way to hang with the guys. The thing is that I didn't go to raves much; I was basically at a club-like place myself all the time when I worked. But going for fun, for my own leisure, seemed exciting.

I thought I could use this.

~♥♥♥~

Marshall's P.O.V.

It was about an hour after I got off the phone with Bunny when I heard a knocking on the door. Proof was about to get up to get the door until I sprung up faster, going to answer it before him.

I opened it up in an instant, greeting it right away before anything else. "Yo, thanks a lot for making it, I know you probably didn't want to—"

My mouth dropped when something else caught my attention, eyes set on what she was wearing. So much I just stopped talking all in all, staring. I was playing around when I told her to dress in something sexy. But holy shit. There she was, at the doorstep, wearing this insanely gorgeous, hot-red dress. Her hair was down in waves, and she was wearing these nice heels with them.

She spoke up. "Don't mention it," she waved her hand. She noticed me next. "Uh... something wrong? Sorry, I just threw whatever on. I hope it's okay."

"Wow. It's more than alright. I mean... you look beautiful."

She turned pink after my words, shaking her head in disagreement. I caught her do a small smile to herself. "Well, can I come in?"

"Y—Yeah, sorry."

She stepped in, walking straight on over to Proof and saying "Hi." I saw him look amazed, him giving her the googly eyes. She was being nice and friendly to him, him just doing it back, like they were flirting with each other. I was beginning to get a little mad, me just standing awkward on the other side of the room. What, did I just not matter anymore? But that wasn't it—I suddenly heard B just call Proof "DeShaun." ...they already knew each other's real names?

I stepped in, reminding Proof about something, annoyed. "You know, it's a fucking shame Sharonda couldn't make it. The girl you're seeing?"

Proof shrugged his shoulders, not looking the least bit concerned for me; even getting the hint. Same with Bunny. "Yeah, sucks she's got work early morning tomorrow," Proof replied, a little downhearted for himself.

Bunny looked like she was gushing at Proof. "Aw, what's this? You're seeing her? Good for you," she slapped him light, smiling wide.

"Thanks," he smirked back, flushing. "We should get going now, huh? I got the best spot. You all ready? You look great by the way, B," he had to fucking comment.

"Thank you," she blushed noticeably. "But, yeah, I'm ready."

They turned to me next, wondering.

"Yeah..." I muttered, gritting my teeth.

Shortly, we all got up, moving to pour into Proof's car. Proof was the one driving, I was in the passenger seat, and Bunny was chilling in the back. We were listening to jams in the car. Either that, or it was me listening to them converse about their own shit.

I didn't even see where this came from. I guess Bunny had always been interested in Proof, but by this much? Ignoring me? The funny fucking fact was that I was the one third-wheeling, it was feeling like.

Maybe it was never me. I just couldn't believe it took me until now to notice it. Why was I so damn ignorant? Maybe this night wasn't going to be as great as I was hoping it would be.

I just sat in silence from then on, staring out the window the entire car ride, not feeling the best.