Breaking and Entering
~ Eminem/Elton Show ~
Marshall’s heart radically pounds as he picks at the lock for several moments, before hearing the wanted click and nervously twisting the knob and the door easily opening. He quickly ushers in and quickly punches away at the security pad, laughing at how easy it was even after so many years of being out of practices.
“Hello.” Elton cheerfully says answering his cel phone, the “Without Me” ring tone telling him it’s his Baby.
“Guess where I’m at? You'll never guess.” Marshall sporadically asks, with an adrenaline rush from hell rushing through his veins as he carefully moves through the dark home.
“On Your Way to see ME!” Elton happily guesses, with thoughts of his Baby coming more ways than one causing his dick to twitch.
“Ummm . . . Close . . . But Guess Again.” Marshall mischievously says, sitting his backpack down, and flashing the flashlight over the large room.
“You’re out of breath. Are you alright? Where’s security?” Elton spastically asks in concern.
“I’m Fine!” Marshall quickly says, not wanting Elton to worry, leaving the backpack and moving through the dark home with his flashlight.
“If I’m not on my way to you, where am I?” Marshall teasly asks, slowly exploring the dark home.
“Who’s with you?” Elton asks in concern, wanting to go along with his Baby’s game, but really not liking the tone of his voice, knowing in his heart that his Baby has given security the slip again.
“Me, Myself and I and hopefully you soon.” Marshall seductively whispers.
“Baby! You can’t be walking around by yourself! Where’s security!” Elton states very firmly, concerned for his Baby’s safety, as he waves his hand around for Joshua’s attention.
“Didn’t I just say I was Fine?” Marshall firmly states, exploring more of the dark home.
“How much have you had to drink?” Elton asks in concern, and Marshall’s heart skips a beat.
“Does Paul know where you’re at?” Elton sincerely asks, while desperately trying to communicate with Joshua across from him to get Paul on his phone.
“You just finished a charity dinner in Tallahassee and with Jake on your way back to a very empty lonely hotel room.” Marshall explains, as he finds his backpack again and flings it over his shoulder and then keeps exploring.
“Tell Joshua I said Hi!” Marshall sarcastically adds just for fun.
“Baby you’re starting to scare me. Please where are you?” Elton pleads in concern, as Joshua waves to him that he’s not able to get Paul on the phone, and he quickly mouths to get Ms. B on the phone.
“How many years do you think I’ll get for breaking and entering?” Marshall curiously asks, as he finds severally items that he needs with the help of the flashlight.
“Breaking and Entering!” Elton angirly yells out mixed with concern, frantically waving at Joshua to get anyone on the damn phone.
“Please just tell me where you’re at and I’ll get someone to come and get you.” Elton sincerely pleads.
“Elton! You’re stressing!” Marshall almost jokingly states, but his mind quickly reminding him where he is and what if he just happens to get caught before Elton gets there.
“Because Of YOU!” Elton angrily sporadically states.
“Sorry.” Marshall sincerely says.
“I Love You and I want to help you.” Elton sincerely pleads.
“I have to put you on hold a sec.” Marshall quickly says, needing to get a grip on his emotions.
“Just relax and let it flow. Haven’t you every wanted to do something out of the ordinary. Something spur of the moment?” Marshall soothingly asks, dropping everything down on the bed.
“NO! Breaking and Entering Is Not Something I Would Do Spur Of The Fuckin’ Moment!” Elton states anger mixed with agitation in his voice.
“Marshall Bruce Mathers If You Don’t Tell Me Where You’re At! And What The Fuck You’re Doing . . . . I’am going to hang up and . . . and . . . fuckin’ read about it in the paper! In The Fuckin' Morning!” Elton spastically yells.
“I’m sorry . . . I really didn’t mean to upset you.” Marshall sincerely says then quietly hangs up the phone.
Elton urgently tries to call his Baby back, with no success; Marshall curls up in the bed alone thinking he has fucked everything up.
Several long moments later Elton gets out of the limo totally confused, as he looks around then directly at Jake.
“Why are we here?” Elton angrily demands looking around at the totally deserted private side of the airport again.
“Uhhh . . . Wrong schedule.” Jake stumbles to explain; realizing Marshall’s secret surprise must not of worked by the look in Elton’s eyes, and quickly tries to usher him back in the car.
“You’re Fired!” Joshua firmly states, after looking around the private side of the airport, and then with concern glances at Elton, who is a total mess because of Sum Bag.
“Just take me to a hotel.” Elton mumbles almost in tears, more concerned with his Baby than a wrong schedule.
“WAIT!” Elton urgently states, starting to get back in the limo and his eyes catching the most perfect symbol in the world.
“I guess he’s here.” Joshua sarcastically comments, throwing his arms up in defeat, who was actually praying Elton wouldn’t of noticed the symbol that he already had noticed.
“Sir . . .” Jake nervously says, taking a gently hold of Elton’s arm.
“Elton!” Joshua firmly states, with his hands on his hips.
“You Know?” Elton asks in a shaky voice, and Jake just simply smiles.
“Take Me!” Elton cheerfully states, forcing his weak knees not to run towards the Shady’s Records private jet.
“I Can’t Let You Go! You DON’T know where it’s going! He’s broken into something . . . somewhere . . . God Only Knows What He Has Done! You’ll be an accomplice!” Joshua agitatedly explains, roughly grabbing Elton’s other arm.
“Get A Life!” Elton firmly states, roughly pulling his arm away and smiling at Jake, his Baby’s words “Spur of the moment” ringing through his head.
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Elton slowly walks into his Atlanta home that’s been closed up for almost a year and clicks on the flashlight that Jake gave him, and careful searches the first floor for his Baby, very concerned that it’s been several hours since they last spoke, and that he has totally ruined his Baby’s night by not trusting him.
Searching the first floor and finding nothing, he makes it up the long staircase and to his master bedroom, and carefully opens the door and flashes the light that exposes an empty room, and then closes the door and makes it over to the closets guest bedroom, his heart breaking with thoughts of his Baby never thinking he is good enough for a master bedroom.
Elton’s mind replaying all the harsh words he said slowly opens the door to find his prefect criminal sleeping in a fetal position in middle of the bed.
Quietly Elton removes several candles from the the bed, lights them and places them around the room before carefully setting the backpack filled what seems to be with a quick glance junk food and Mountain Dews on the floor; and then gentlely snugglingly down beside the most prefect criminal that has defiantly stole his heart.
“I Love You Baby.” Elton whispers with his whole body, heart and soul, placing a gently kiss on his Prefect Ciminal's temple, and then resting his head on a pillow above his; his arm gently coming to rest around the prefect criminal, while silently praying he didn't break any chance of entering his heart.
