A large SUV drove along the back country road, rain tapping the top of the car hard. It was pouring rain, and Marshall Mathers could barely see the street in front of him. He continued driving, ignoring questions from his passengers. Proof, who was seated in the front seat, one of his legs bent and his foot resting on the dashboard, Kuniva was behind Proofs seat, argueing with Bizzare, who sat comfortable in the middle, and Kon Artis, who was beside Bizzarre, a little squished against his door, and he wouldnt fucking stop kicking the back of Marshalls seat. Swifty was laying down in the way back, smoking as he watched trees and cars and what he could see of whatever street they were on passing by the window.

"Do you even know where we are?" Proof asked, nervously. He looked out his window, rubbing the glass to get rid of the fog. "Put the defrost on already, would ya?"

"Yeah." Marshall switched the defrost on and bit his bottom lip. "I know exactly where we are. Should be somewhere in..."

"WELCOME TO MASSACHUSETTS!?" Bizzarre yelled suddenly, and everyones eyes widened at the sign in front of them. Bizzarre was not kidding.

"DAMN! We been driving for a long time!" Swifty said from the back, coughing directly afterwards.

"Dawg, howd we get from Michigan to fucking MASSACHUSETTS?" Kuniva raised an eyebrow.

Trying not to show his panic, Marshall kept driving, shrugging it off. "So we turn around and...."

"Turn around? Man, we like," Kon Artis paused, trying to thinkof how many states away massachusetts was, but gave up, "really far away."

"No no," Proof shook his head. "Really far away is like.... Kalamazoo, or something? Massachusetts is all the way up Marshalls ASS." He sighed. "Why the fuck does this shit always happen to US?"

"This is not my fault." Marshall said quickly, half paying attention to the road, half to the guys yelling at him.

"Your only the one driving, you should have taken a left back in DETRIOT, when I said to." Proof glared across the front seat at him. "But no... you knew a SHORTCUT."

"Shut up," Marshall said defensively. "Think you could have done better?"

"Dawg, my 4 year old son could have done better." Proof argued.

"Guys, lets not fight," Kuniva said, sighing. "Look just, get us out of here, and-"

"SHIT!" Marshall said, slamming on his breaks as a tiny grey car came flying out of no where, and slammed into the passenger side of the SUV. "Fuck, FUCK!" Marshall looked around and turned the car off, slamming his fist into the dashboard. "What the FUCK?"

"Aight look, calm the fuck down," Proof said, opening his door, pushing against it hard. The impact of the accident made it a little hard to open but it wasnt that bad. He stepped down onto the wet ground, rain falling on him and soaking him immediatly. The little grey car backed up slowly, he could hardly see in the car, but he could tell it was a young girl, short blonde hair and glasses. The small car stopped, left its lights on and the door opened.

By this time Marshall had walked around to the side of the car Proof was standing on, and Proof turned around to look at the damage. The girl walked over to them, looked at the front of her car, and sighed of relief.

No damage. Not a scratch. It doesnt even look like it got in an accident. Marshall was amazed. He looked at his SUV, the side of it was all crunched in, and the back wheel was flat, somehow. How the fuck did...?

"Good old CHEVETTE!" The girl said proudly, patting the front of her car. Proof turned to look at her.

"Yo, we got some damage, you got...anything?" He asked, not knowing if his eyes were decieving him.

"Some damage?" Marshall sighed. "I dont even think this is drivable."

"Hey, didnt you have a stopsign?" Proof looked at the stop sign that the girl should have stopped at.

The girl turned around and nodded. "Oh yeah, I forgot." She shrugged. "Oh well."

"Well listen we-" Marshall said slowly, not really knowing how to handle this. This girl seemed apathetic to the whole accident. And what kind of fucking car is that? She had called it a Chevette, but, what the fuck?

"Oh man, what happend to your car?" The girl said, frowning. "That really sucks."

"You, YOU happened to our car." Proof said, feeling his blood pressure rising. He hated stupid people, and he could tell already that she was very, very STUPID.

"Oh, okay. Yeah." The girl shrugged and thrust out a hand to him. "My names Steph."

"Proof," He said softly, shaking her hand. "Listen, we- You look really familiar."

"Hmm," Said Steph, deep in thought. "Well, do you know the muffin man?"

"The muffin man?" Kon Artis frowned.

She nodded. "The muffin man!"

"Yes! I know the muffin man, dont he live on like that motherfuckin, drury lane or some shit?" Bizzarre asked scratching his head.

"Well, my friend is married to the muffin man," Steph winked.

"The muffin man?" Proof rolled his eyes.

"Guys, what the fuck is this? SHREK?" Marshall yelled, exasperatedly. "I..."

"Did someone say muffin?" Swifty poked his head out the window, eyes wide, alert.

"Proof, I think we should just-" Marshall started, but was interrupted by a loud shriek from Steph.

"WAIT... YOUR PROOF!? BABY!" Steph screamed. "YOU REMEMBER ME RIGHT?"

"What?!" Proof stepped back, alarmed, as she started crying.

"AFTER ALL THAT WE HAVE BEEN THROUGH, AND YOU DONT EVEN REMEMBER ME! I THOUGHT THAT NIGHT MEANT SOMETHING, IT DID TO ME!" She sobbed, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms around him.

She was tall, not as tall as he was, she came up to his shoulders, about. And she had really short bleached blonde hair and glasses. She reminded him of Pink with the haircut like that.

"Whoa," Marshall gave Proof a weird look, as the other guys got out and walked around the side of the car one by one, except for swifty who was trying to smoke all the weed incase the cops came or something. Dispose of the EVIDENCE. "Man," Marshall shook his head. "You gotta stop it with the one night stands, Im tellin ya dawg,"

"I didnt, NO!" Proof yelled, pushing Steph away.

"Hey! Its the penguin!" Kuniva pointed at her, and looked around and the pissed off/confused faces of those around him. "I mean, its that girl that threw the head at us, You remember Denaun?"

"Yeah," Kon Artis said, pulling the hood up on his head.

"God, I missed you guys," Steph said, running towards Marshall and hugging him.

"Well listen kid-" Marshall started, wrinkling his nose at the spikes in her hair that tickled his chin and bottom half of his face,

"Kid?" She stepped back. "2 years ago I was a kid. I am almost 19...THERES NO KID ABOUT IT!" She screamed. "AND IM A MOTHERFUCKING PENGUIN! BITCH!"

Marshalls eyes were wide. "Alright... well, lets just exchange our accident information, I'll call AAA and-"

"Why? Do you have a drinking problem? Were you driving drunk?" Steph gasped and turned to Proof. "FRIENDS DONT LET FRIENDS DRIVE DRUNK!"

"Uh..." Proof cleared his throat. "Actually AAA is a towing company... AA is alcoholics annonymous." He corrected her and she raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever. We dont have AAA in Massachusetts." She said, matter of factly.

"I could have sworn AAA was for everywhere in the country..." Bizzarre said slowly.

"And Im sure you would know?" Steph said with attitude. "Beacuse you have lived in Massachusetts for the past 18 years, 10 months, 3 weeks and 6 days?"

"Uh..." Bizzarre shook his head.

"There ya go." She smirked. "Where were you guys going? I'll drive you, in my CHEVETTE!"

"No, thats really OKAY.. we will take a cab...." Marshall protested.

Kuniva tapped his shoulder and he turned around. "Actually, I dont think its that safe to take a cab, especially when we dont have security or anything, and I dont feel like standing here in the rain, waiting for a cab."

"But its safer to go with this fucking physco?" Proof exclaimed, gesturing to Steph.

Despite the fact that Steph could hear every word they said, loud and clear, she stood there with a smile on her face as she stared at the 5 tall men, and Eminem. Hehe.

"Fine, fine," Eminem said, shutting them up after they all started argueing. "Look, if it wasnt for Steph, we wouldnt have been saved last time, I think shes pretty harmless," He paused and glanced at her chevette, with the "National Rifles Association" sticker on the back window. "Uh, plus... I dont wanna stand in the rain either."

"Great." Proof rolled his eyes. "Why am I getting de ja vu?"

"SUPER!" Steph screamed, and all the men jumped back, startled. "WE ARE GOING TO MY HOUSE..."

"Actually, I was just gonna say, you could drive us to like, the nearest hotel, and we would be fine from there..."

"NON-SENSE!" Steph grinned. "I couldnt put you up in a hotel! It wouldnt be hostess like!"

"Great." Marshall rolled his eyes. The nights events were going to make him wish he had called a cab.