26. First Date

Harmony's P.O.V.

November, 2000

"Sit still while I do your make-up for you, Harmony" my little sis-wannabe- big sis scolds me as she continues to work on my face.

My long thick hair temporarily placed into a loose bun on the top of my head, Serenity continues to complain whenever lose strands of it spill onto my forehead, seemingly interfering with her handiwork.

"Girl please," I roll my eyes at Serenity. Sitting cross-legged facing each other on one of the beds in the huge hotel room the label is currently renting for our group, Diamond Cuts, my sister attempts to apply a coat of lip gloss to my lips, but I'm guessing I'm not exactly making her job easy for her by talkikg and constantly moving about, which is why she immediately shushes me. Her curly strands dangling into her own face as well and her eyebrowns scrunched together in concentration, everybody knows when my Serenity means business.

It's actually pretty funny to me how seriously she takes this whole thing, like I literally don't even care all that much, and I can't help but to laugh a little bit, earning me yet another stern look from her, causing me to huff out.

"I could do my own makeup, you know. It's not like I suck at it," I pretend to pout. Serenity shushes me again, she continues to narrow her eyes in concentration while running the applicator against my bottom lip, then she sits back and admires her handy work. She's already done my mascara as well and even plucked my eyebrows for me.

Which honestly... she's so lucky she's related to me, otherwise I would've stabbed her ass.

"I know that you can, Harmony," Serenity shrugs, then all of a sudden claps her palms together and squeals in excitement. Like... being all over the place with our emotions clearly runs in my crazy ass family. "It's just that it's your first real date, girl!! You are finally growing up and I'm so happy to be a part of preparing you for it!!"

She claps her hands again, and I roll my eyes.

Baby sis is extra as hell and for absolutely no reason too.

Who cares if Marshall and I are going out?

It's just for fun.

And Serenity is literally the one that's insisted I tell the white boy that he should take me out somewhere  now that we are... dating?

Myself, I was perfectly fine with us just sneaking out under both of our manager's watchful eyes and having him fuck the living daylights out of me somewhere instead.

But noooooo, Serenity insisted that now that we are in a "relationship", we are supposed to do boyfriend-girlfriend things, like going on dates.

And I literally had thought Em would laugh his ass off at my expense as soon as I even suggested the whole thing to him.

Which would then result in me finding a way to clown his ass out somehow, cause let's face it, I always do.

But of course he won't be able to take that, dude's ego being fragile as I don't know what.

So obviously we'd "break-up" then, and we could both go our separate ways.

End of this so-called mistake of a boyfriend & girlfriend thingy.

Weirdly enough though? Marshall, he actually agreed to the whole going out thing, and he's supposed to pick me up later on today, and we are going to watch a movie according to him.

Which I don't even know how that's supposed to work out, what with the both of us being fairly famous, him especially.

Like... how are somebody like us is supposed to just go to the movies together and enjoy ourselves??

"Stop making a big deal of this shit, Serenity. Cause it seriously ain't even all that," I then say sternly to my sister who just smiles at me.

"Whatever you say, Harmony," she lightly runs her fingers through my hair, fixing it. "But I'm so happy for you!! I'm glad that you've finally found somebody that compliments you. And like... at first I've had my doubts, of course. That Eminem guy... he seems so uncouth and downright disrespectful, but then again, I've also realized since then that he's exactly your type, sis. And if he can make you happy, then..."

"Oh just shut the hell up at this point!'

Rolling my eyes at my sis yet again, Serenity is just about done with my makeup when both of us hear the door bell go, and once again, she appears to be overreacting to the whole thing way more than I do.

"Omg, it's him, isn't it?? It's Shady coming to pick you up? I'll go open the door for him!!"

Serenity disappears, quite literally acting way more excited about any of this than I am, cause like... to me, it's just a normal day of myself and the white boy hanging out. Nothing more and no less. Like... I literally just want the dick.

Nevertheless, I climb off the bed and make my way over towards the huge vanity mirror, checking myself and the outfit I'm currently clad on, a tight ass white sweater dress with no bra underneath complimented by a pair of comfy yet stylish black and pink sneakers from a very well known brand. My hair straightened and completely flawless falling in soft jet black waves down my backside, and my face beat to the Gods, thanks to my very much so well-meaning baby sis working her absolute magic on it.

Not that I wasn't already naturally beautiful cause I am.

I'm freaking gorgeous, and that's just a fact, but now I legit look like a Disney Princess or some shit. Serenity truly did her thing.

And hopefully Em would like it.

But then again, maybe not. Most likely? The white boy won't even notice it cause men never do.

Men are ungrateful like that...

Anyways...

"Ugh, where the flowers at, Em? YOU seriously didn't get her any?"

Hearing Serenity interrogate my so-called boyfriend, I'm quick to rush to his aide.

I'm actually sort of embarrassed over how eager she's acting right now.

"Never mind her. Baby sis is trippin."

The white boy standing all awkward like in the middle of the room.

"So, we going or nah?" He asks me, bands shoved into the pockets of his pants.

"'Course we are."

"So what was up with that other chick interrogating me like that?" Marshall then asks on our way to the movie theater.

We are in his black Escalade with him behind the wheel, driving with one hand, his left one, while the right one is lazily draped at the back of the passenger seat where I'm sitting with my legs crossed and unwrapping a strawberry jaw breaker just because.

His security following us in another car, trailing not too far behind us.

The white boy is actually looking good, clad in some baby blue baggy sweats and one of his usual oversized white t-shirts with a dog tag chain dangling down his neck and a hoodie on top, matching the color of his pants. He's also wearing white sneakers on his feet and a white durag covers his bleach-blonde head, with a light blue baseball cap on top, turned backwards.

In other words, his usual style but it definitely suits him. I love a man that can dress and look fly as hell without even trying.

While me, I've got this real short tight white sweater dress on, with matching tennis shoes on and my hair now falling all around my face in loose waves. The extremely natural makeup job my sister had done on my face practically glowing whenever I catch an assidental glimpse of my face in a rare view mirror.

Damn, I look good!! Then again, I always do. And actually...

...So does he, and we are almost sort of matching right now. Isn't that something??

I roll my eyes at Em's question.

"That would be my sister Serenity as I'm sure you already know, white boy. And she wasn't interrogating you. All she did was ask you about them stupid flowers you failed to get for me," tossing the red candy onto my mouth, I tuck it snuggly behind my cheek, giving him a side eye from behind my naturally long lashes and pretending to pout.

Which in turn causes Marshall to squint his eyes when he barely glances from the road to me, his fair white eyebrows which contrast somewhat starkly with that blonde hair of his pulling together. He then focuses right back to the road, Thank God, cause believe me, the very last thing I'd want written on my arbitrary is something along the lines of Harmony Jones, killed in a tragic traffic accident caused by the rapper Eminem not paying attention to the fucking road.

Anyways...

"Was I supposed to do that shit for real?" Em moves his free hand from the back of my seat and quickly drags it down his face, pinching at the bridge of his nose briefly in exasperation. Right before placing it where it previously was at the back of my carseat. His blue eyes still squinted somewhat he stares ahead of him on the road before licking his lips, and I swear the tips of his ears are a little red from either anger, annoyance or embarrassed, which... is always pretty hard to tell with him which one it actually is.

Then again, maybe not that hard. Not really.

Cause it often is all three.

Crazy ass white dude...

"Listen, no offense, baby, but that flower-giving shit just ain't my thing, aight? So I ain't even think about that. Hell, I've never even bought my baby mama flowers back when i used to date her, and she was cool with it. So I ain't think.."

He talks pretty fast when he's nervous.

Cute.

A short quiet giggle escapes my lips as I push the lollipop from one side of my mouth to the other, almost spitting it out in the process. I swear I like to toy with this man way too much for his own good.

But he's... surprisingly endearing whenever he gets all clueless and hopeless like this.

He's...

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted when Marshall stops the car at the red light.

Turning towards me, he suddenly has a straight up evil expression on his face with his mouth pulled into a tight snarl of a line, blue eyes so empty they are almost completely emotionless like.

"You know what?" He's mumbling out, his free hand clutching at my chin and lifting my face up so that I would be forced to look directly at him.

Bipolar ass white boy...

"As a matter of fact, fuck I look like getting a bitch flowers? I ain't no sucker-for-love-ass-motherfucker, rhinestone. You want a weak ass dude that's gonna buy roses and chocolates for you, go fuck with a faggot boy band member, you feel me?" He asks me harshly, his personality changing at a drop of a hat.

I shrug my shoulders though, slowly moving his hand away from my face and turn, starting to put my hand onto the doorknob.

"Fine."

"Yo, what the fuck?! You fucking for real, bitch?!

The mixture of anger and confusion in his voice is palpable.

I fight another urge to laugh at his expense, swallowing the remnants of the jawbreaker in my mouth whole to stop myself from doing just that.

Feeling the damn candy almost tear my slender throat apart while going down, but I just smirk through it like the crazy bitch that I am.

"Relax," I then turn back towards Marshall's now completely beet red face. He snatches up his hat and then places it back onto his head before resuming driving us to whatever our destination is.

"You fucking play too much, girl. Do you know that?"

"I do. I also don't need no damn flowers, Em. I mean like, seriously, do I strike you as a type of a needy ass lil hoe that would want her... um... man to get flowers for her? I literally don't care about no shit like that!" Without meaning to, I stumble a little bit over the part where I call him my man, simply because it... still feels so surreal to me that it's almost unnatural.

I mean like... me, Harmony Jones, dating somebody?!

Seriously, fuck off. Had I been told this only a few days ago, I'd laugh so fucking loud, I swear to God!!

"Your sister seemed to think it was a big deal though."

"That's just cause Serenity is like this... romantic type, and in her own way, she wants what's she thinks is best for me. And she's quite literally ecstatic about me going on an actual date?" I roll my eyes yet again. Probably for a 100th time today, and sadly? I already know it won't be my last.

"That why you agreed to go out with me then?" Marshall barely looks at me, his jaw clutched tight. I'm guessing I might've said something wrong to him, and surprisingly enough? I almost feel bad. Then again, no, I don't. It's just weird is all...

"Maybe. Plus, you are cute," I reach out and run my long acrylics over the back of his head, pushing his hat off.

"You'd do anything to make your family happy, huh?"

"Yes. I would. Do you think it's like... weak or pathetic or something?"

As I ask him the question, I study his profile while he continues to drive.

Unknowingly taking in every single detail about him.

And it's just something about him, I guess.

The boy looks good, and he sure does have a way with words.

When he raps anyways.

Whenever Em actually has to interact with anybody in person... he's surprisingly far removed from his onstage persona, he's sort of... shy almost and kind of nervous and awkward.

Which is literally like so not me cause I'm a whole demon both on and off stage!!

And I used to despise people like him.

Fake ass hard motherfuckers, wannabe tough niggas that act one way in front of the camera but are so easy to break in real life.

But I don't really think that's actually a bad thing when it comes to Marshall. It just makes him more... human, I guess?

"Nah, I ain't think it's pathetic. I admire that shit about you to be honest. It's dope that you are so loyal to your fam that you'd even agree to go out with a dude you ain't even like," he tells me, a crooked grin settling on the side of his freckled face.

I roll my eyes at him once more.

"I never said I didn't like you, Marshall."

Just in time for us stopping on the next red light.

And apparently that was all that it took.

"So you DO like a motherfucker then?"

"Jesus Christ."

Flipping my hair off if my shoulders and away from my face, I stare at him from the side as he starts up the car once more.

"You are about to have a field day with this, won't you white boy?" I ask him, voice dripping with Sarcasm, our eyes briefly meeting, and Marshall's blue ones are filled with mischief as he smirks.

"Seems only fair, don't you think, girl?With the way you've been complicating my life and all, ever since I've first met ya crazy ass. As a matter of fact, you've been testing me long before I've actually met you in person."

"And yet, you still like me too. Were the first one to fall. Out of the two of us."

"Yo, what the fuck? That shit's debatable, yo. What with the way your crazy ass kept coming after me.."

"Nigga, and you was the one that kept responding to it, even thought technically you didn't have to, sooooo..."

He just stares at me for a few seconds then, strong ass square jaw clenched tight, cold blue eyes practically drilling into my brown ones with all that anger.

And no man had ever looked more handsome to me than this dude does now.

Pumping the breaks, Marshall pulls me closer towards him, one of his large hands landing at the back of my neck, squeezing my long hair into his fist, his mouth colliding with mine roughly.

And for a second or two, I swear I'm like a teenage girl out on a date with an older boy or some shit.

Then we both snap out of it and I roll my eyes at him.

"Which movie are we about to see anyways?" I ask, studying my reflection in a small compact mirror and attempting to salvage the makeup job my baby sis had worked so hard on previously.

Only for it to get ruined in a hot minute of me making out with this dude.

"The Ring. You told me you had wanted to see that shit," he then reminds me, surprising me somewhat simply because niggas usually don't remember no shit like their bitch telling them which flick she really wanted to see. Hell, I myself won't even remember no shit like that cause ultimately? All I'd be wanting to do was fuck, and there's absolutely no shame in that neither.

And yet, this dude somehow remembered something I've previously told him before which wasn't even relevant...

Long story short, Marshall actually had arranged for the both of us to get a private screening.

"Yooooo, this shit looks corny as fuck!" He laughs at the trailers.

"Nigga, fuck you, you the corny one," I smile sweetly, eating some of my popcorn.

Nobody else at the auditorium but the two of us, Marshall made sure of that.

I then steal some popcorn from his bowl and pop it in between my lips, chewing obnoxiously.

"Yo, I still don't understand why you females do this for real. But then again, shit. Fuck it, I do. That absolutely smeared with butter popcorn is fucking nasty as shit to look at, and you can't argue with me on the matter at hand cause we both know that it is."

Rolling my eyes at him, I shake some of the popped perfectly oiled kernels into the palm of my hand before extending in to him.

"Go ahead, try it."

Only for Marshall to literally lower his own head and eat the popped kernels from my palm like the absolutely uncivilized motherfucker that he is.

"Yo, you are fucking right. Shit is good as hell."

"You are so fucking nasty."

"You like it though."

"Do you know what, nigga? You've got me there cause it's sexy as hell to me when a dude is being as uncouth as you are being right now."

Our lips meet then, tongues wrapping against each other and teeth colliding just as the both of us grasp almost desperate like at the backs of each other's necks.

Marshall and I make our with each other like there's no tomorrow and he's quickly beginning to press me into the seat, his frame towering over me and pinning me in place, his free hand pushing it's way past my jeans and his fingers finding their way to my clit easily.

"Ugh, Em, I really wanna watch this movie," I whine then.

"I get it, baby. Imma buy you the VHS."

"Fuck you!"

"Promise?"

"No, but seriously?? We can't."

"Yeah, aight. I respect your decision then."

He moves aways from me then, his breathing still both urgent and rushed, the wariness of it brushing hotly against my cheek.

And moments after the movie's finished, both Marshall and I are walking out into the concession stand.

"Yo, you like them things tight there? What would be your favorite one?"

"A doggie, I guess. That one. It won't be too easy to win though."

"Like that's gonna stop me."

Looking back at me with a mocking expression etched onto his handsome face, Em end-up spending over an hour attempting to beat the system and extract the stupid plush toy.

The white boy sure does love a challenge.

And by the time he actually succeeds, I've already fallen asleep, so he has to wake me.

"Ay. I told you I'd get that stupid mutt looking motherfucker for you, ain't I, baby girl?"

"You sure did."

And I don't even have the heart to tell him that he's actually extracted the wrong toy.

He looks so excited about presenting it to me though!!

"It's exactly what I had wanted, Marshall," I smile sweetly at him, and I swear he looks so proud!!

Pulling him closer towards me just as he simultaneously grabs at the back of my neck, I allowed for our lips to brush together, the kiss quickly turning more passionate.

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So, I want just one more sort of fluffy scenario to play between these two right before shit actually hits the fan, but I can't think of what exactly it would be. So any suggestions are pretty than welcome...