Promise?

I want a best friend: Someone who will hug me tight when I'm down. Someone who will beat up the guys that hurt me. Someone who knows every single detail about me. Someone who will make laugh until I cry. Someone I can be myself with. Someone who won't cause too much fucking drama. Someone who keeps all of his promises. Someone who I will eventually fall in love... And someone who will eventually love me back.

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11. Eleven

 

Chapter Ten

Rumours?

 

I smiled at Slate as he got on stage to start rehearsing, today they were doing a private rehearsal as they had a backstage party or something like that. I was sited crossed legged in one of the VIP chairs with my laptop. I had decided that it was time to face the truth and check out my social networks. 

 

Slate wasn't very happy when I told him, but what could he do? It was my decision and he knew that sooner or later I was going to do it, whether he liked it or not. I opened my Tumblr page and there were at least 168 new messages and my followers had moved from 78 to 7.8K. I let out a sigh and clicked on the message button, I was going to try to read them all...

 

I frowned as I scrolled past all of the messages, there were all type of them. People were happy that I was Slate's best friend, some other were mad at me for keeping it a secret, others understood, others simply hated my guts for unknown reasons to the human history... 

 

"Princess?" I heard Slate call. I looked up from the screen and stared at him with an arched eyebrow. "How bad is it?" 

"Not that bad." I sighed. "Just what I thought it was going to be." I shrugged. "Humans are the most weird creatures to ever live on this goddamn universe." 

"Only humans exist." Ronald rolled his eyes. 

"We still don't know that for sure." I snapped back and closed the laptop. "I'm going to take nap." 

"Are you heading to the tour bus?" Brian questioned and I nodded. "Be careful, paparazzi are outside, they can't enter but they can surely scream." 

"They are worst than fangirls right?" I questioned and the chuckled nodding. "See you guys for the concert!" I waved and walked towards the tour bus on the other side.

 

Now that the world knew who I was, there was no need to hide anything at all. I had been part of a couple of the videos, but I didn't want for people to bother me, I was still just me, as Slate was just Slate to me. 

 

I opened the door and stepped out into the cold air of the outside. I shivered and tried to protect me with the laptop, because I forgot my coat on Slate's dressing room and there is no way that I will be walking to get it. I'm that lazy.

 

"Scotland over here!" I heard someone shout. Out of instinct I turned to the source and saw a huge man with an expensive camera. I rolled my eyes and started walking again. "Just one question please!" I growled quietly, I knew from Slate, that sometimes it was okay to answer a couple of questions so that they would leave you alone. I turned to the man again and nodded. "Are you and Slate dating?"

I frowned. "We are not." I replied. "Why on earth would you even think that?"

"Because there are a bunch of picture of you and him on a date." The man smirked and my mouth dropped.

 

I blinked twice before snapping out of my trance and I turned around running back to the stadium. That was the meaning behind #S2. I ran as fast as I could, I needed to find Slate so that he could know about this.

 

"SLATE HUNTER!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I entered the arena. "SLATE HUNTE-"

"What?" Slate exclaimed as he came running towards me. "Princess what is wrong." 

"Rumours." I blurted out trying to catch my breath. "You, me, date." 

"What?" Slate frowned. "Catch your breath and then talk. Do you want some water?" I nodded. "Follow me then." He took my hand and guided me to the first floor of the backstage building so that I could get a bottle of water. 

I drank half the bottle in one sip. "There is a rumour about you and me." I said and Slate motioned me to go on. "When I was walking back to the bunker-bus, this pap called me out and he told me he had one question, so I motioned him to ask it out. He questioned if we were dating, and when I denied it and questioned why on earth he would think that, he said that because there are a shitload of photos of us together on a date. After he said that, a lot of things clicked and snapped together." Slate was confused. I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes. "While I was reading my messages, I came along with a lot of #S2, and I didn't understand what it meant, until now." I took another deep breath. "#S2 stands for Slate and Scotland." 

 

Slate looked complete lost, but once I said the last part, it was like if his brain decided to function and he snapped out of whatever trance he was in. He stared at me and he dragged me until we were on his dressing room once again. I went over and sat on the couch as I saw Slate pacing back and forth right in front of me. 

 

He took a deep breath and knelt down so that we were in the same eye level. "Scotty, Princess." Slate sighed as he grabbed my hands. "What I am about to tell you, is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time." He took a deep breath. "I love you Scotty, I love you more than a friend." 

 

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