"Yeah." They both chorused.

"Vanessa, are you almost fucking ready to go? We have to be there in like, a half hour. The red carpets interviewing us, hurry up!" Marshall yelled through the bathroom door to the hotel, and then turning back, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking at Kuniva and Proof as they stood against the door.

"Our girls arent ready yet either man." Proof said, looking down.

"Why chickens gotta take so fucking long to get ready to go to a stupid awards show? They gonna make us late and that fucking Kurt Loder is gonna fry our asses." Kuniva sighed.

"Hurt Shoulder." Marshall mumbled under his breath and they all started laughing. A second later he shook his head. "Naw but seriously, shes been in there for like, 4 HOURS!" Marshall rolled his eyes. "ITS A DAMN GOOD THING I DONT HAVE TO PISS!" He yelled loud enough for her to hear.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP MARSHALL!" Vanessa screamed back. "Im almost ready..." She said, admiring herself in the mirror and then leaning forward to wipe a little smudge of lip stick off her lip. Finding that it wasnt good enough, she picked up a tissue and wiped all her lip stick off, and reapplied it for the 4th time that night.

"Shit. Ill never understand this shit." Marshall said, pacing the room boredly, as Proof dropped to sit down on the bed, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and tapping his foot impatiently.

"Girls are pains in the-" Kuniva started, as the bathroom door swung open. He stopped short and raised both eyebrows as he looked up at Vanessa.

Marshall turned around and Proof jumped up from sitting on the bed so that he was standing in front of her. She looked around at all 3 of them as they stared at her, and a grin spread across her face. She stood in the doorway, one hand propping herself up against the doorframe, the other on her hip, holding the strap to her purse.

"Holy...Shit." Kuniva said, eyes trailing her from head to foot. Her hair was pulled up into a french twist, and some spiral curls hung down around her face. Her make up was applied perfectly, probably because she had started over so many times. She was wearing a black dress, with no straps, that tied around her back, and showed off her stomach. Her skirt was long, and black, shimmery glitter sprinkled around it, shining in the light. It seemed she was showing as much skin as possible. A silver necklace dangled around her neck, that said, "Vanessa" in cursive writing, jewels all around the letters. A gift from Marshall for their 1 year of dating anniversary.

"Hey, Christina Aguilera, go change your, I would say clothes but um, you wear more when we fuck." Marshall asked, once the words had formed in his throat. He had been in awe from how beautiful she looked that he couldnt even speak before.

She just laughed at him. "Marshall, you over exaggerate."

"Your not actually gonna wear that are you?"

"Yeah, why not?" She asked, turning around and taking a sheer black over top off the hook on the back of the door, and putting it around her shoulders.

"Hey! I never knew you had a tattoo there!" Proof exclaimed, pointing to a tattoo on her lower back.

"Lemme see?!" Kuniva said, leaning over to inspect her tattoo.

She turned back around and looked at Marshall who smirked. "THATS why not." He said, gesturing to Proof and Kuniva who straightened up and fixed their gazes on other things.

She smiled and grinned at Marshall, sticking her tongue out at him. "Dont you like it Marshall?" She asked, spinning around for him on one foot.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes, I like it to much, thats why you gots to go change." Marshall said, walking towards her. He was usually about the same height that she was, but since she had on platform shoes, she towered above him. He put a hand on her back and pushed her gently towards the bathroom door, picking up a pair of baggy sweat pants from the suitcase on the dresser, on the way. "Now, you just go change, and, oh here hun take this too." He said, handing her the sweats and she rolled her eyes.

"Marshall I cant wear this!" She laughed, pushing against him and tossing the sweat pants and shirt onto the bed. "Cmon, itll take me longer to change anyways." She said, turning around and looking at Kuniva and Proof who had been staring at her, and they looked away as she made eye contact with them. She grinned. "Dont you guys think I should wear this?"

"YES!" Proof said eagerly.

"Yeah, if, if you want..." Kuniva stuttered.

"Course, well you, look very-" Proof said slowly.

"Sexy." Kuniva blinked.

"Hot?" Proof suggested, looking at Kuniva, who nodded in agreement, accepting his answer.

"Very nice." Kuniva said, nodding at her.

Marshall cleared his throat and Proof took a deep breath. "But um, you dont wanna look to good." Proof reasoned, trying to be on Marshalls side.

"Well now, I dont know about that." Kuniva said thoughtfully. "You can never look TOO good..."

"Well yeah, but like, shes way over dressed to be standing next to Marshall." Proof said, glancing at Marshall in his baggy red Enyce running suit. Marshall raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, smirking.

"Thats true. But compared to all the other girls that are gonna be there, she'll be dressed just right. She dont want to be looked at as the girl that just, didnt care about how she looked." Kuniva argued with Proof.

"Yeah well, she doesnt want to steal the show. I mean, come on, instead of Jennifer Lopez on magazine covers, we'll be seeing her. And that means no fantasizin', kuz we aint allowed to think about Vanessa in that way." Proof shot back.

"Yeah? That doesnt mean that we dont do it!" Kuniva said loudly.

Vanessas eyes widened and she covered her face with her hands, blushing bright red. "You GUYS!" She laughed, leaning into Marshall as he put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"And thats exactly what we are. So you cant blame us." Kuniva said, grinning at her innocently.

"Stop looking so innocent. Its downright defying your personality, Von." Proof sneered at him.

"Fuck off DESHAUN" Kuniva defended.

"Aight stop argueing kids." Marshall said, letting go of Vanessa and putting a hand on both Proof and Kunivas shoulder. "Go see if your girls are ready, and stop embarassing mine." He said, pushing them towards the door. "We'll meet you downstairs at the limo."

"Okay man." Kuniva laughed and opened the door, stepping into the hallway where the body gaurds waited to follow them around.

They took off down the hallway to see if their girls were ready to go yet, and Marshall shut the door, turning back around and looked at Vanessa as she checked her hair in the mirror. He sighed and leaned against the door, staring at her. He really loved her so much. She was so calm and collected all the time. So sarcastic, but sweet, with just the right amount of attitude to give her that edge that he loved.

"Stop staring at me. It freaks me out." She said, glancing at him, and then back at the mirror where she adjusted her earings.

"Ill freak you out." He muttered, pushing off from the door, and walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Im sure."

"You look good." He said, taking a wiff of her lavender perfume. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He loved the smell of lavender.

"Just good huh?"

"Pretty much, yeah." He shrugged and kissed her cheek.

"Dont do that!" She cried, leaning forward and looking into the reflection, rubbing her cheek and making sure the make up wasnt smudged. She grinned at her reflection and turned around to look at Marshall, who was standing extremely close to her. "Are we going downstairs?"

"In a minute. Im not allowed to kiss you kuz I might smudge your make up huh?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup." She grinned.

"Oh. Alright." He said, letting go of her waist, and as she moved to walk away from him he grabbed her arm and kissed her hard on the mouth, licking her lips and trying to smudge off as much of the make up as he could. She gasped at first and tried to push him away, but after a second she figured that the makeup was all messed up anyway, so she laughed and kissed him back.

He grinned and pulled away from her, and she took a deep breath and sighed, leaning back against the wall. "You realize now that I have to redo my face right?" She asked, trying not to laugh at him. He had her lipstick smudged all over his lips and part of his cheek, and she didnt even want to know what she looked like.

"Yeah..." Marshall said quietly, looking down. He grabbed the lipstick off the dresser, and uncapped it before she knew what he was doing, and he smudged it all over her face.

She shreaked and grabbed his arm. "MARSHALL STOP!" She yelled, laughing as he brought the lipstick up her cheek and onto her forehead. "Oh my GOD! IM GOING TO KILL YOU!" She yelled as he finally stopped. She glared at him and sighed. "Ugh!"

"Wait wait." He said as she turned around to see the lipstick all over her face. She turned back around and he made a dot on her nose, as she groaned her protest.

She turned around and her eyes widened. "Oh my god, you are so immature!" She said, stifling laughter and grabbing a tissue from the box on the dresser.

"Okay we ready to- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE GIRL?" Kuniva asked, opening the door and staring wide eyed at Vanessa. Marshall." She said, looking over at Marshall.

"Okay. Well," Kuniva cleared htis throat. "Thats um, nice. I dont wanna know what you were doing, but um, we are ready to bounce..."

"Okay man. We be right down." Marshall said, laughing.

"Hell yeah, hell yeah." Kuniva said, walking down the hallway and leaving the door half open for them.

"Cmon chicken. Lets get going." Marshall grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the door.

"Oh my god, MY FACE!" She screamed, grabbing her purse on their way out.

"You can fix it in the car."

"Oh my god," She drawled, shutting the hotel room door behind them and reluctantly following Marshall down to the limo, surrounded by body gaurds.