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

Chapter 18: My World

End of the year 1995, November

Brittany's P.O.V.

I was hanging out with the group at this fun, exotic Polynesian-American restaurant in Downtown Detroit called Chin Tiki.

Marshall, DeShaun, Sharonda, Bizarre, Royce da 5'9, Denaun, and these other fellas called Bugz, Eye-Kyu and Killa Hawk were all gathered. We got this huge booth in the back of this place and even had to split it up between two tables. Everybody was enjoying some tropical cocktails and the food they provided at the buffet as we talked and enjoyed the whole of the company.

The news I discovered, which was pretty obvious since the start of this, was that DeShaun and Sharonda were back together. I was happy for them. Royce was really nice; as was Denaun. They're always a pleasure and fun to be around. That went for Bugz, Eye-Kyu and Killa Hawk, too. Those names. They were really interesting themselves, judging by that alone. And, how could I forget, Bizarre. He was simply just that—Bizarre.

Marshall and Royce were talking amongst themselves a bunch at first. If I didn't know so, I'd say they seemed like close pals. It's funny, because there was never a time I hung out with Royce before this, seeming how good of a friend he was with Marshall (really just noticing now). But Royce seemed like he was trying to get a job/career/get himself out there as well, so he was probably just busy a lot. Aren't we all?

I wasn't sure what it was, I was zoned out for a bit, but Marshall and Royce had just complimented each other oddly, for a reason. Maybe for some accomplishments they achieved.

"You're pretty bad."

"Well, you're pretty evil yourself."

Royce was about to respond to this bonding moment they had until Bizarre and his loud mouth interrupted them. Apparently, it was about the food. It got Bizarre and Marshall back at "it" again. I was shaking my head the whole time at the clowns, Sharonda included.

"This place serves better food than your shit restaurant do!" Bizarre shrieked.

"Nuh-uh! Sure, Tiki's good and all, but the way I make food... Gilbert's fucking phenomenal."

"How would I know that? Still haven't made me nothing yet, burger boy!"

"I ain't your damn burger boy!"

"Yeah, you are!"

This going on, it appeared that the whole playful argument had gotten on Royce's last nerve. Partially for the reason that Bizarre was seeming to act a bit rude, butting in on them. The situation unexpectedly made a turn for a worse; nothing was taken seriously until now.

"You can't seem to shut your damn mouth up for one minute, can you?" Royce finally blew, raising his voice at Bizarre.

Bizarre's face fell dark. Scary dark. "Do you got a problem?" he about boomed, already standing up and hovering over him.

"Yo, yo, yo, chill guys, come on," DeShaun quickly intervened, it unfortunately being too late and already causing a scene in the restaurant. He had to get up himself in order to hold Bizarre off, speak to him privately, and keep things calm. Thank, God for him stopping it. We would've been thrown out if he didn't. Proof, our hero.

A tense silence fell on the whole table. To me, I thought all the men here were absolutely respectful and nice, especially to me, Sharonda, DeShaun, and Marshall. There might've been something else going with the others, some beef, which included Bizarre. But I didn't want to get into that, or ask about that. It straight out wasn't my business to get into.