DISCLAIMER: We do not know/own Eminem, Dre, Hailie Jade, Kim, Ashley Angel, and Gregory Smith. However, we do own Brandy, Melissa, Lil Marshall, Adam, Chloe, and Aurora. This story is purely a work of fiction. Please Thanksgiving Dinner, Waiting for Santa, A Christmas Story, New Years Eve, The Day All Hell Broke Loose, and the Character Guide before hand.

It is an ordinary morning at the Angel residence. Brandy, Ashley, Lil Marshall, Aurora, Melissa, Greg, Adam, Chloe, and Dre are in the kitchen enjoying a fabulous breakfast prepared by Dre.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

Ashley: I’ll get it.

Eminem: Good morning!

Ashley: Marshall, what the hell are you doing here?

Eminem pushes past Ashley and heads straight toward Brandy.

Brandy: What’s going on Em?

Eminem gets down on one knee and pulls a huge engagement ring out of his pocket.

Eminem: Brandy, I’ve realized that Kim is a whore. She slept with the entire neighborhood and she’s only been around for three days.

Melissa stifles a laugh.

Eminem: Anyway, you said that if I would marry you that you’d divorce Ashley. So I figure we’ll call J. Lo to see how long it takes for a divorce to become finalized and then you, Lil Marshall, Aurora, and I can move to Hawaii.

At this point Ashley is crying hysterically, Melissa is trying to wake Adam up so he can watch the drama unfold, Chloe is washing dishes, Greg is looking through a hair-styling magazine, Lil Marshall is cursing like a mofo, and Aurora is reading the dictionary.

Aurora: GAY BATH-HOUSE!

Dre: End well this will not.

Eminem: Brandy?

Brandy: Umm…Em you know I care about you but I’m married to Ashley.

Eminem: So divorce him.

Brandy: I love him…I can’t marry you Em.

Em and Ashley are both in shock.

Eminem: Jigga what?

Brandy: I can’t marry you. I think you should leave.

Eminem stands up, glares at Ashley and walks out the door.

Brandy and Ashley embrace.

Dre: In heartache this will end.