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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Chapter Four
First Tour Selfie and Concert


 

*Snap* The selfie was taken and I turned to face Slate whilst I texted the picture to my mother, she wanted to do a scrapbook and I was fine with it. Slate still had his hand around my waist and my forehead was touching his chest. 

 

"I can't believe that you are about to give your very first concert in the tour Slate." I smiled as I hit the send button. "First selfie is done." I beamed. 

"I love it when you smile like that." Slate chuckled. "You seem so happy and carefree." 

I blushed and tuned to face the empty seats. "Thank you." I whispered. "Thank you for giving me the best birthday gift someone could have asked for." I smiled and turned to face Slate. "You are the best guy in this world." I winked. "And I love you because of that." 

Slate hugged me and kissed my temple, I was really grateful for him to bring me over with him. I really enjoy his company. "Don't worry about it princess." Slate whispered to my ear. "I love you too." He chuckled. "Now, I will kindly ask you to leave the stage as we are about to do the soundcheck and some fans come see us."

"Can't I use the ski mask?" I questioned. "I want to stay here in the stage." I gave him the best puppy dog eyes that I could manage. 

"Sure." He beamed and turned me around. "Hurry up Scotty." He added slamming my butt.

"Hey!" I shouted and turned around to flip him the finger. He laughed and did the same thing before grabbing a bottle of water. 

 

I skipped towards the hallway on the right of the stage. Everyone here on the set knew that I was Slate's best friend also that I was not to appear in any photo that was going to be sent online. There was music coming from the common room, where I had left my ski mask. 

 

I entered the room and saw that Brian was playing with his banjo as Ronald played some FIFA. I made my way quietly and grabbed my mask. Brian gave me a skeptical look and I rolled my eyes. 

 

"What's that for?" Brian questioned. "Everyone here knows who you are." 

"You are about to practice, some fans will be here and I want to be there." I replied putting the mask on. "I need to buy a better mask." I giggled. 

"You sure do." Brian winked. "How about I help you pick one out?"

"If you teach me how to play the banjo." I smiled and he laughed. 

"Deal." He stood up. "Come on Ronald, we have the soundcheck."

"Let me beat this team!" Ronald exclaimed and cursed at the television. 

 

I laughed and walked out of the common room being followed by Brian. He caught up with me and we started talking about him, how he started playing the banjo. He claimed that is grandfather used to play, and that he grew up with him, as his father was in the army and his mother was never on the picture, he enjoyed the music it brought and when he was five, his grandfather taught him how to play and ever since he has played. 

 

"That's so cool." I smiled at him. "How did you meet Slate?" I questioned as we entered the stage. 

"I think that it was at the comic store." He chuckled. "He wanted to buy this Spiderman Comic and it turned out that I had it." I rolled my eyes and laughed, Slate got me a Spiderman Comic for my birthday two years ago. "He gave it to you right?" He questioned and I nodded. "He begged me to leave it to him. He claimed that his best friend wanted it so bad. I thought he was being dramatic, but he showed me a video he had of you talking about it." He chuckled. "I gave it to him."

"Wow." I laughed. "I didn't know he had gone to so much trouble just for it." I smiled at the floor. 

"He loves you Scotland." Brian placed a hand on my shoulder. "More than just a friend, you know?" I gulped and said nothing. "Do you like him more than a friend?" Brian left me alone standing in the middle of the stage staring out at Slate. 

 

Did I like him more than a friend? I did love him. Was it more than just a friendship love? 

 

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