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She was a good mother - no, an amazing mother. Even though she wasn't the real deal, she did a better job than the original. A million times better than that....tramp. It's been two years already and Hailie's been calling her mom.

He sees it as a beautiful thing. Now she doesn't have to deal with that poor excuse of a mother. She cheated on her daddy and now is trying to sue him for that song and Hailie. What the hell is wrong with her? He was only expressing himself. It wasn't like he was actually going to do it. Sick woman. He did cheat on her before when they were younger but he didn't sue her or anything like that.

Screw her. She's not worth it.

Amy. She was a different story.

They weren't married - yet. That'd be too fast for both of them. It feels as if they were married already. They do things as a married couple would do but they haven't made love for that. He feels ready but is pretty sure that she's not prepared for that. Not yet, it's too soon.

Having her around Hailie has made her so happy. He can see the light in her eyes go up when she sees her. Marshall likes the fact that she's calling her mom; it means that he's doing something right.

The wonderful woman who's making his life better is the one and only, Amy Lee.

Probably surprised, huh? For a while, he was too. When his friends asked him who he was dating at the moment, he told them and they were a little freaked out. "That goth chick? But isn't she married to that therapist guy?"

She was.

About a few years ago, she was found half-dead, miles away from her house. She gathered up her strength and belly-crawled for hours to the nearest house with lights on. Just as she was about to give up because it was about two or three in the morning, some drunk idiot passed up and saw her curled up and laughed.

He thought she was on her period.

He asked if she was okay but she could barely talk so she just shook her head. She only said, "Please help me."

The guy, whose name was Stan, decided to carry her on his back and take her to the hospital. Along the way, he lost some of his intelligence and went back to his drunken self. Amy told him that the conversation went like this:

"So uhh whut were youu doin' on tha groun' like tha'?" He slurred out.

The man had a heart big enough to take a stranger like her to a hospital while he was drunk so she kind of owed him an explaination.

"I was injured."

He grunted like he understood and burped.

"How'd tha happen?"

She didn't respond. She didn't know how. What was she supposed to say "My husband hurt me." No she wasn't going to start it like that.

"I think ya dun wanna talk 'bout it. It's 'aight.  I got problems of my own that I din't talk 'bout with my ex. Next thin' I know, she kicked me out and I was left to live on my own. Enuff 'bout me. What's yer name?"

"Amy."

"That's a pretty name. I have a secret! Can I tell you?" He asked excitedly.

"Mhmm," She said quietly.

"I may soun' a lil' sick but don't judge me. I have an osession. I've had it for as long as I can 'member. My ex din't know but I was all cra-zay for this one girl. Man ya shoulda seen 'er! I had posters of her and photoshopped myself in e'ery picture I could find of 'er. Woah you shaw tha' purple dino? Ne'ermind. Anyhows, when I founds out that she gots married which was 'bout three years ago, I tink I broke down. I'm not too sure what happened that day but I think I caused a lotta damage.

"But ya can't blame me. I think I was in love with her. No one undastood me. They thought I needed to go to the nuthouse. I don't think I do. I wasn't as bad as that stalker she had. I would ne'er do that to her. She don't need that. Naww, I think we belong together. No, I KNOW we do. You know, I was gonna write a letter to her but I still don't think it's good enough for her. But I know one day that letters gonna be sents.

"I'm not just obsessed with 'er. I love her music too. It beats techno and all tha' mainstream trash.

"Have you heard her sing? I'm a lil' embarrassed to admit it but I'm gonna say it: I cried at a few of her songs. One of my favorites was a song she decated to her husband. It made me think, 'Am I good enough?' I din't think I was.

"You know, it takes a lot to impress me but the first song I hears from her was Lithium. Being in love with your sadness and not wanting to let it go was brilliant. I kinda have that problem but her music and herself made me feel good.

"You know what her name was? Can ya guess?" He slurred quietly.

She felt stupid. She couldn't guess who this man was talking about. It couldn't be her. Absolutely not. Never.

She also felt a lot of pain but not as much as before. This man distracted her thoughts with his obsession with this woman. She sounded like an artist.

"No. Can you tell me?"

"In't obvious? The Snow White Queen, Amy Lynn Lee. Her music made me feel alive. I'm already thirty-one and I still depend on her music to help me get through the day."

Her eyes widened. He was talking about her? It wasn't rare to see fans come up to her but this man was just different. He had an obsession with her but it wasn't scary. It just made her feel better knowing that she was doing something right to make this man love her music.

"I fink we're here," he said looking at the bright lights of the hospital in front of them, "by the ways, what was yer name again? I forget. Sorry"

"It was Amy. What was yours?"

"My name is Stan Lambert. Don't forgot it!"

Amy gave him a peck on his right cheek and thanked him for taking her to the hospital.

They both went in the hospital and before they took Amy to the emergency room, Stan had a good look at her and he was pale white. How did he not notice who she was? He touched his right cheek and smiled the biggest smile he could smile. This was the first time he smiled geniunely. His love, his idol, his everything just kissed him and he got to hold her! Thank God he decided to drink tonight.

It was already six in the morning and one of the doctors came out of the ER and found Stan, sitting and staring down at the floor.

The doctor cleared his throat and Stan looked up. He was angry because his hangover decided to hit him about twenty minutes ago. The doctor had a clipboard and a pen in hand.

"Are you Stan Lambert?" The doctor asked. Stan nodded gently. His head screamed at him to pop 'em in and go but he was going to stay here for Amy.

"Yeah. What's up?"

The doctor looked a bit mad but ignored it.

"You brought in Amy Lee, correct? Do you mind telling me what happened? She's stubborn and refuses to tell any of the doctors."

Stan thought about telling them but vaguely remembers his conversation with her. She didn't want to talk about it and doesn't want to tell the doctors. Maybe she's hoping that he wouldn't tell either. It doesn't seem right but whatever makes her happy, he'll do it. He never wants her to hate him for something he could've prevented. Besides, the truth will come out somehow - just not from him.

"No. Sorry man I was a bit drunk so the only thing I remember is leaving the bar. Sorry." The doctor didn't look like he suspected him so the doctor told him he could see her for a few minutes. When he was told the room number she was in, he ran to the door.

He found her on the bed, looking miserable. She looked at him. He knew what she was asking him.

"I didn't tell them. I figured that you'd tell them when you're ready," he smiled.

Stan left the hospital with a smile that could put the happiest man's smile to shame. Amy had given him her cell phone number and her email address and of course, her address.

He had a feeling that he'd love his life from now on. Nothing could bring him down now.
I know almost none of this makes sense but forget what you know about Eminem and Amy's biography. There are some things I wrote in here that did happen but the rest is what I came up with.:)

I'm just trying them out. I think I'm the only one who wrote a story like this and odd couples.

I do not own these people but Stan. :)
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