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.


15. Fifteen


Chapter Fourteen


I was sitting on a bean-bag on the stage as Slate practised for his next concert. Brian was throwing some goofy looks to me so that I could crack a smile, but that never happened. After I had told Slate about me reading the hate, he took my laptop, and phone and only gave them to me when he was next to me to supervise that I didn't do it again. This was stupid, but I knew that Slate was just trying to protect me, and sometimes I wonder if I need so much protection...

I stood up from the bean-bag and Slate turned his body towards me. I motioned the bathroom door and he relaxed completely. I sighed shaking my head as I made my way. This was stupid, never had my own mother scold me like this, and here was Slate, trying to protect me as if I was some crystal that breaks down easily... Okay, maybe, but still!

After I was done with my business, I walked back to the stage and found out that only Ronald was there. I frowned confused, but decided to speak with him, yeah he exposed me to the world, but I believe that thanks to that, Slate and I are 'together'. 

"Hey." I smiled as I approached him.
"You are now talking to me?" Ronald replied. 
"If you don't want to talk to me then I'll leave." I sighed. "I just thought that it is stupid to hold a grudge against you, yes you did trick me and revealed who I was, but it was bound to happen."
"I'm sorry about that." Ronald spoke. "I didn't know your secret identity was so important to Slate and you." 
"I was scared." I sat down. "I was scared of what people would say about me." I shrugged. "I think that it was lame."
"It was not." Ronald patted my head. "People can be mean just because you have what they want. They don't know your story, and they don't care about it." He grabbed his guitar. "I am really sorry for that. If it serves as anything, I just can tell you that Slate cares so much about you, I know that you think that what he is doing is stupid, but everything he does, he does it to protect, the only problem is that he thinks that you can't handle things."
"But maybe he is right." I whispered. 
"But you need to learn." Ronald added and walked out of the stage. 

I let out a huge sigh and stared out at the empty stadium. I smiled at the view, it was simply fascinating. For some odd reason, I have this passion for empty places, an empty stadium, an empty park, loneliness would be the word to describe my passion, yet I don't know why I enjoy it so much. The thought has nothing to do with the fact that Slate might be overprotecting me, but at the same it does. Slate knows that I love being in lonely places, hence, if I read the hate he is afraid that I will lock down and that he might lose me. 

"I hate him Slate!" I cried to the phone. "I hate him so much! How dare he leave me and my mother alone? How dare he?!" I shouted. Tears flowed down my cheeks, yet my door was closed and Slate was outside sitting waiting for me to open the door. It took me three days to leave my room. Three days to accept the fact that my father was never going to return, three days in which Slate didn't know if I was okay.

I stood up from the floor and walked back to the bunker bus. I had to prove Slate that I was capable of handling the hate, even when he thought that I wasn't. I just really hope that he is there so that I can speak to him. The most logical place to look for him would be his dressing room, but then again, we are not common, so yeah, search on the most odd places. 

"Slate?" I questioned. "You here?" 
"I'm here Princess." Slate appeared from the hallway. "Anything you need?"
"Yes." I spoke. "I want to have a word with you." Slate nodded. "Why are you trying so hard to keep me in the dark about the things people say about me? I know that they are hurtful and that you are trying to protect me, but don't you think that I should learn how to deal with that? Maybe not alone, with your help, but let's not be so dramatic about the situation Slate." I sighed. "You took my phone and laptop away, not even my mother does that." I grabbed his hands. "I know you mean well, but how about we protect each other?" 
Slate cracked a side smile and hugged me. "I can't stand seeing you down Scotty." He kissed my head. "I know that I was a little out of line, but can you blame me? When you are upset you lock yourself and you don't let me in, and I get scared that you'll do something stupid and that I will lose the one thing that matters the most in this world to me. You, Scotland Inn, you mean everything to me, and if you want my help in dealing with hate then so be it." 
I chuckled and hugged him harder. "You're so gay." I nuzzled my head on his neck. "That's why I love you."
"I love you too Princess." Slate whispered. "I love you too." 










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