"Shut the fuck up, your making to much noise!" Swift yelled at Kon Artis. Swift, Kon Artis, and Marshall were all in Swifts hotel room, the next morning, joking around and talking. Kon Artis was yelling and making alot of noise, Marshall was sitting in a chair watching Kon Artis, and Swift was smoking a ciggarrette next to the window.

"Why the fuck should I? Do I take orders from YOU?" Kon Artis yelled louder, trying to spite Swift.

"Man, shut UP! See that door right there?" Swift pointed to a door next to Kon Artis.

"Yeah?" He raised both eyebrows as if asking what he was talking about.

"Ok, well, thats DeShauns room, and hes sleeping. So you might wanna cut the shit off right the fuck now." Swift gritted his teeth.

"How do you know hes sleeping still?" Kon Artis smirked. "He could be awake."

"If he was awake, he would have come in here and kicked your ass for waking him up." Swift rolled his eyes and Marshall chuckled a little, biting his thumb nail.

"Lets wake him up then, shall we? Hes gotta go to the studio soon anyway, lets just make sure that he gets up in time." Kon Artis said, trying to doorknob to DeShauns room. It was open, and he let himself in, looking around.

His room had beer bottles and potatoe chips all over the couch and floor, the bed was unmade and DeShaun was under the blankets sleeping. Kon Artis chuckled and opened the door wider, stepping inside more.

"Look at this! He was gettin drunk wit out us!" Kon Artis laughed. Swift sighed and rolled his eyes, Marshall laughed, and DeShaun stirred.

He rolled over in bed and looked up at Kon Artis, standing in the doorway between him and Swifts room, watching him. He blinked the light out of his, and yawned, scratching his bare chest. "Man, what the fuck you doin in here?" He asked.

"Whoa. Hes got a bitch in here too! DeShaun, you holding out on us?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips. Immediatly Swift ran towards Kon Artis, asking if it was anyone they knew. "She looks familiar man." Kon Artis nodded and DeShaun looked beside him at Lataya, sleeping peacefully, the covers drawn over her shoulders.

"What the fuck?!" DeShaun sat up straight in bed and it took him a second before he realized that he was naked. So was Lataya. His eyes widened, and he looked back at Kon Artis and Swift, who were watching him, grinning and nodding approvingly. He scowled and grabbed a pillow and whipped it towards them, hitting Kon Artis in the leg. "Get out!" He yelled as Kon Artis laughed.

Lataya opened her eyes, hearing someone yell something, and looked up at DeShaun. Immediatly she knew what had happened, and she frowned, looking behind him, seeing Swift and Kon Artis laughing. "Wha?" She asked groggily, yawning.

"Look! Its that girl Em brang to the studio last weekend!" Kon Artis yelled. "DeShaun, whats she doing naked, in yo bed?"

"What?!" Lataya screeched, pulling the blankets around herself, and blushing. Marshall must have heard something, so he came to check it out, and his jaw dropped when he saw Lataya. He didnt actually expect it to be her, he thought it was going to be a lookalike or something. But sure enough, Lataya stared back at him. She blushed like mad, 4 men were staring at her while she was undressed, covering herself with a sheet.

"Look, you guys, get out so we can put some fucking CLOTHES ON, and we can talk to you AFTER?" DeShaun sighed. Swift turned around and ushered Marshall back into Swifts room.

Kon Artis stared at Lataya for a second, "Your hot." He said matter of factly. DeShaun moved like he was gonna get up off the bed and punch him, and he hurried into Swifts room and shut the door.

"Im sorry. My friends are assholes." DeShaun sighed and got up, grabbing a pair of boxers and putting them on, and then looking through a suitcase for a pair of pants and a tee shirt, trying to look anywhere but at her.

"Its ok." She said, grabbing clothes from her bag and putting them on as fast as she could, not wanting him to see her, even though he had last night.

"Um, what are we goin to do?" DeShaun asked awkwardly.

"About?"

"About Em? He saw us in bed..." He trailed off.

"I dont know. What, should we do?"

"Apologize like hell." DeShaun sighed. "Lets um, get him in here alone. I dont think we wanna do this in front of those two assholes."

"Yeah," She smiled weakly, feeling horrible for hurting Marshall, and kind of shy of DeShaun now too.

Marshalls jaw dropped as he saw Lataya sitting in DeShauns hotel room bed, a sheet around her, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. He felt something hit him right in the gut, and he felt anger cursing through him. How could DeShaun do this to him? And Lataya! How could she just, dump him because she said she couldnt cheat on Matt, and then go and fuck DeShaun!?

He knew one thing though. That he wasnt going to forgive Lataya. She had hurt him way to many times than he wanted to remember. How could they do this to him? He was really mad at DeShaun

"Em?" Swift asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What?!" Marshall yelled in an annoyed voice.

"Jeez, calm the fuck down. I just wanted to know if you could hand me that bandana over there." He said, looking Marshall up and down and then narrowing his eyes.

"Fine." Marshall grabbed a bandana from the nearby table and threw it at Swift, who caught it and mumbled something under his breath. Marshall sighed. "Sorry."

"Its ok asshole." Swift said, smoothing out the bandana.

"Fine you fucker." Marshall said, glaring at Swift and then and Kon Artis, who really didnt do anything, but he looked guilty. He turned and wrenched the hotel room door open, walking into the hallway and slamming it behind him.

DeShaun had opened the door as soon as Marshall had walked into the hallway, and he looked between Swift and Kon Artis. Kon Artis was grinning at him, and DeShaun punched him in the shoulder, and went back into his room, shutting the door behind him and jumping over the bed to the hallway door. Lataya watched him, confused, and saw him run into the hallway.

"Marshall!" DeShaun yelled down the hall. Marshall turned around and glared at him.

"What?!" He yelled back angrily.

"Hold up, I wanna talk to you." DeShaun said, a little more quiet. One of their security gaurds was standing outside his door, staring at them like they were crazy.

"Well, I have to go, call," Marshall hesitated. Who did he have to call? No one, but he just wanted to get away from DeShaun and Lataya, leave them as far away as possible, maybe the hurt would stay with them, not follow him. Like the saying, 'Out of sight, out of mind.'

"Marshall?" Lataya said, coming out of the room behind DeShaun.

Marshall tried not to look at her, look anywhere but at Lataya and he would be fine, but he couldnt. She was so, beautiful, he couldnt help but look at her. "Yeah?" He asked.

"Can we talk please?" She asked. Her voice was so sweet, he loved her voice. So soft, tender and soothing, the kind of voice you wanna hear if your depressed or upset. It was comforting, like her.

"Sure." Marshall said helplessly. Inside he was screaming at himself. What was he doing? He was supposed to be mad at her! He knew what was going to happen if he talked to Lataya. She would apologize, he would accept, thing would go back to normal and then she would hurt him again.

But he couldnt help it. Something about her was irresistable to him. He just wanted to be with her, and when he was, he was so happy that it was almost worth everything they went through. She just had this power over him. He couldnt help it, he just felt this way. But it wasnt power, it was love.

Lataya glanced at DeShaun and stepped into the hallway towards Marshall. Both DeShaun and Lataya felt mutually towards each other, just friends, nothing more. They never meant to have sex, ever, it just happened. They both knew that they were only friends and were both fine with it. So niether expected anything from the other.

She walked up to Marshall in the hall, and DeShaun turned around, and went back into his room to take a shower and wait for his turn to talk to Marshall.

Marshall led Lataya down the hall more, and they went into his room. He closed the door behind them and sighed, glaring at Latayas turned back.

"Marshall," Lataya started, turning around and catching his gaze. It was like ice, freezng her whole body, a sick sort of feeling consuming her. She stuttered for a second, almost forgetting what she was going to say. "You have every right to hate me, but Im sorry."

He shook his head and swallowed the lump in his throat. He wasnt going to forgive her. She had fucked DeShaun. She hurt him, real bad. "You fucked DeShaun." He stated, looking away from her. He was still standing next to the closed door.

"I know, but I didnt mean to." She sighed.

"Oh, so you just accidently fell and his dick broke your fall?" Marshall raised an eyebrow. "Well then I forgive you." He said sarcastically.

"No, not like that. I was drunk! We were both drunk, honestly, we didnt mean it." She cleared her throat.

"What ever. Why are you here anyway?" He asked, glaring at her and moving across the room to sit on the couch.

"I got here last night..." She trailed off.

"Hm, lets see here. I give you a plane ticket, you fuck my best friend. Thats an even exchange." He said sarcastically, again.

"No, thats not-" She started.

"What? You know Lataya, Ive had it with these games." He said standing up again. He was getting restless.

"These games?" She questioned.

"Yeah, these games, yanno, the mixed mother fucking signals?" He sighed. "Lets do this ok? You tell me right now what you want, because I sure as fuck dont know."

"You." She said without hesitation.

"No, because you have me! You have me in this like, hampster wheel! I run and I run, for your entertainment, but I never get anywhere. Then when something more interesting comes along, you forget about me and go off to do your thing, coming back to me when your bored!" He yelled, walking closer to her as she backed away from him. "Well you know what?! Im tired of running for you!"

She was silent, unsure of what to say or do. She felt really bad, she had never meant to hurt him this much, or at all. But, she knew she had, whether she meant it or not. She deserved to feel badly.

"You screwed me over for the last time Lataya! You've gone to far this time! Too far!" He yelled, letting all of his anger out on her.

"Im, sorry." She said quietly, starting to get afraid of him.

"Good. You should be." He said coldly.

"Can I explain?" She asked.

"Go ahead." He said, sitting back down and sighing.

"Okay..." She said slowly, taking a deep breath. "I um, yesterday I broke it off with Matt."

"Oh." He said, as if he didnt care less, although he really did.

"Yeah, he was fucking Elena, I walked in." She cleared her throat.

"Thats a shock." He said sarcastically.

"I know." She sat down beside him. "Uh I just wanted to come here and tell you that I dont love Matt. I love you." she said softly, and put her hand on his leg.

Immediatly he wanted to hug her, hold her forever and never let her go, just because she had said those words. But he didnt. He couldnt. He was to mad. Too pissed off. He stood up quickly and shook his head.

"No Lataya, no." He said, trying to fight off the effect her words had on him. "No you dont." He said again.

"But I do!" She stood up. "Marshall-," There was a knock on the door and Marshall opened it eagerly. He didnt want her to say that again.

"Yeah?" He asked. One of the security gaurds were at the door.

"Ready to go to the studio?" He asked. Marshall glanced at Lataya, and then back at him.

"Yeah, can you tell Dre Im gonna be a little late?" He said quietly. He nodded and walked away, and Marshall closed the door and turned back to her. "Look, what do you want?"

"I want to talk to you." She replied. "Listen, the reason that I said I didnt want to be with you before, wasnt because I dont love you, it was because I was scared."

"I scare you? Thanks. Are we almost done now?" He asked impatiently. He acted like he didnt want to hear what she was saying, but he did. It struck him how weird it was that he had such an attitude with her and she didnt get mad and walk out or yell back at him or anything.

"No, its scares me that you love me." She looked down.

"Why?" He asked, almost forgetting how mad he was supposed to be at her.

"Because no ones ever really loved me before." She admitted.

"What about DeShaun?" He asked, rolling his eyes at DeShauns name.

"Hes different. He was my best friend, the only best friend that I ever had. He doesnt love me though. At least not like you do." She sighed and sat down. Marshall remained standing, unsure of what to say or do. "So when I heard you tell Kim that you loved me and everything...Well I freaked out."

"I noticed." He said flatly.

"I didnt know how to act, yanno? So I just, broke it off. I wanted to go back to Matt, he didnt really love me, and I knew it. Love is really unpredictable, and with Matt, I knew what I had." She sighed. "And finally I realized what I was doing wrong."

"What?" He asked, feeling himself fall harder for her with every word she said.

"Letting you go." She said, looking up at him.

He moved over to the couch and sat next to her. "Then why," He took a deep breath. "Why did you sleep with DeShaun?"

"Well, I came here to find you, and tell you all that, but I chickened out and I didnt know how you would react. So I called DeShaun, and we talked. And we were drunk, didnt know what we were doing. If we werent piss drunk, it definatly wouldnt have happened. I didnt even know how it happened, I dont remember anything."

He was quiet for a while, what was going on? There were too many mixed signals and his brain was swimming, and he didnt know how to act, what to say. He was to confused. He was mad at her and DeShaun for fucking, but he was more hurt than angry and part of him was happy. Part of him wanted to scream at her, and the other part wanted to kiss her and hold her.

"Like I said, you have every right to hate me. But I just wanted to tell you that, so now I guess its up to you." She stood up.

"Whats up to me?" He asked.

"What happens." She shrugged. He watched her move some of her messy brown hair away from her face, and watched it fall back into her face again.

"What do you want to happen?" He raised an eyebrow.

She took a deep breath and exhaled. "I want to be with you."

He didnt know what to say. He was supposed to be mad at her, but for some reason he wasnt. He just wanted what she wanted. But he didnt know. What if she hurt him again? He didnt want that. Every minute he spent loving her was going to hurt twice as bad every second they fought. But she was worth it.

So maybe, he could just like, distance himself from her a little. Not get to close and emotionally attached, even though he kind of already was. He didnt want to be with her.

"Aight." He nodded. She looked at him. "So you wanna be with me, and I wanna be with you too." He said slowly.

"So..." She trailed off, knowing what he was getting at, but wanting to double check it.

"So I guess, you wanna get back together? Seeing as how your not with Matt and Im not with Kim anymore?" He asked.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Okay." He said. She sat back down and he looked over at her. Her hair was a little messy, since she hadnt had time to brush it yet, but if it was possible it made her look even more beautiful to him than ever.

"Im sorry." She said again. "Im sorry for ever hurting you."

"Its ok. Im ok." He said. He didnt know if there was much truth in that. He didnt know if he was really alright. Only time could tell.

"You sure?" She asked, leaning over and wrapping her arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Ill be aight." He said, hugging her back, afraid to let her go.

"I missed you." She said, leaning her head against his.

"I missed you too." He took a deep breath. It felt amazing to hold her again, if he could stay like this, he would.

A second later they heard the riff to 'The Way I am; and he pulled away, looking down at the pager on his waist. He turned the noise off and looked up at her. She was grinning at him.

"Yeah. Someones idea of a smartass joke present a few months ago. I havent figured out how to change it yet." He explained.

"Thats cute." She laughed.

"I guess." He shrugged. "Anyway, that was Dre, he needs me down there, um..."

"Dr Dre!?" She demanded, eyes wide.

"Yeah. Do you want to come down there for a few hours? You can meet him..." He said, shrugging.

"Can I like, TOUCH HIM?" She asked eagerly.

He laughed. "You have to talk to Dre about that..."

"Your kidding right?" She shook her head.

"Um, no... I really have to get down there, we have to get this song done." He sighed.

"Holy fuck." She whispered. "I get to meet Dr Dre?! From NWA?"

"Yeah." He smirked.

"Oh my god." She said in shock. Meeting Dr Dre was like her dream ever since she was a kid.

"You wanna come with me for a few hours or...?"

"YES!" She exclaimed eagerly.

"Aight, um go get dressed and we'll leave." He said.

"Okay." She stood up and walked towards the door. "Ill be right back. My stuff is in there..." She said jerking her head towards DeShauns room. Marshall nodded and she walked into the hallway.