Impossible Is Nothing (An Iggy Azalea/Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4: I Miss the Hip Hop Shop

The following Saturday

Brittany's P.O.V.

I found myself digging through my closet right now, trying hard to search for something. It was reaching 3:30 P.M.

I slept until noon on this fine Saturday. I loved sleeping in. One of those things you wish you could do every morning. Not for me, though; I always had one thing or another to do in the morning. But this morning, I felt I could really use the sleep.

After I got up, I went into town to do some shopping and pick things up at stores. I grabbed brunch, then made my way back to my place after. And now, I was here tearing my damn closet apart.

After what seemed forever, I finally found what I was looking for. I pulled out a large, white pullover sweater with the words "The Hip Hop Shop" on the front of it. I smiled reminiscing this old thing. It's probably been months since I'd last been to that place. A great secret of mine is that I'm a fan of most things hip-hop and rap related. I used to stop by that place to shop for clothes on the regular. Recently, I just stopped going. There were a few times that I even saw those "rap battles" Eminem and Proof mentioned, but I never kept track of it. I thought it was about time to revisit it.

I threw everything I pulled out of my closet back in, making it be a catastrophe in there. Afterward, I got myself ready. I only pulled the sweater over the tank I wore before, tight jeans still on, soon to be wearing my fine black heels with it. I took a look at myself in the mirror briefly, combing through my long, straight blonde hair to untangle any knots, and checking up on my makeup. I grabbed my purse, my clothes, and everything else for work later on that night, now heading out my apartment.

Fifteen minutes later of driving, I finally reached West 7 Mile Road where The Hip Hop Shop was at. I parked my car alongside the curb outside this small shop strip. Once grabbing my purse, I stepped out, locking my car, skipping up to the entrance of this place. I was feeling a little bit of a rush and I had no idea why. Maybe it was because I was about to see him again, but thinking that made me laugh out loud. Hell, no. I wasn't here for him. I was here for The Shop.

I stepped in, seeing the battle in session already. I saw the clock on the wall, saying it was already a quarter past four. Moving past the racks of clothing and other merchandise items, I joined in with the rest of the crowd, mostly staying tucked in the back. I indeed saw the Proof guy hosting it, saying some introductory words, two some men then going at each other. I cheered a little here and then, getting into it. I'll admit, they were great at it.

Skimming my eyes, searching around, I at last found Eminem standing behind a few people close to Proof. It probably wasn't his turn to go anytime soon was why he was like that. But when it would be, I couldn't help but think I'd be the one cheering him on to do well. I was eager to see how he'd go at it, too.

Some time later after watching men with odd rapper names battling each other, the crowd crazy and loud the whole time (me eventually ending up being one of them), Eminem was making his way up to the center. I believed they were wrapping it up by now, maybe saving the "best for last." Proof right now was exchanging some words between Em and the other guy he was going to be battling with.

As I watched Em, I saw that his face was straight, looking serious. I think he was a little nervous was what it was. I saw him scanning the crowd next, like he was getting to know his audience, yet his eyes looked like it was searching in hope of something. Then, right that moment, his eyes landed on me, finding me. Something overcame him shortly after. Like the stiffness he was before disappeared, him looking surprised as hell. I saw him smile from the corner of his mouth as he gazed. I gave him a thumbs up back at him, physically letting him know he got this.