what will i find
Apr. 25th, 2003 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilitythis is what happens when i watch eminem music videos. more johnxeminem porn.
Marshall lounged in his chair like a cat would, all muscles tight but body looking as loose and cool as always. His eyes were halfed closed, partially because of the pot he'd done earlier and partially because the party was that damn dull. The women who had first flocked over for a chance the rape the famous Eminem had dispersed, angry at his lack of response and lured away by more promising and eager stars.
His mistake was letting his eyelids drop all the way.
John Mayer, newly immersed in the MTV fame, wandered awkwardly through the masses. He held a Sprite in hand, no drinking for him. No weed, either, making him the only person in the room who would have passed a drug test. He smiled nervously at a girl who "accidently" rubbed against him as she slid past and tried to say something clever and sexy but she was gone before any words formed and his chance for conversation went with her.
Even in the swarm, John felt alone. People pushed by him like he didn't exist, like he didn't even deserve to exist.
That thought was proven when someone behind him shove, sending John falling foward, long arms and legs flailing as he tumbled.
Right onto, of all places, the lap of a dozing Marshal Matthers.
Marshall lounged in his chair like a cat would, all muscles tight but body looking as loose and cool as always. His eyes were halfed closed, partially because of the pot he'd done earlier and partially because the party was that damn dull. The women who had first flocked over for a chance the rape the famous Eminem had dispersed, angry at his lack of response and lured away by more promising and eager stars.
His mistake was letting his eyelids drop all the way.
John Mayer, newly immersed in the MTV fame, wandered awkwardly through the masses. He held a Sprite in hand, no drinking for him. No weed, either, making him the only person in the room who would have passed a drug test. He smiled nervously at a girl who "accidently" rubbed against him as she slid past and tried to say something clever and sexy but she was gone before any words formed and his chance for conversation went with her.
Even in the swarm, John felt alone. People pushed by him like he didn't exist, like he didn't even deserve to exist.
That thought was proven when someone behind him shove, sending John falling foward, long arms and legs flailing as he tumbled.
Right onto, of all places, the lap of a dozing Marshal Matthers.