The Video Chat Thingy
It's been a whole two days of me being in the bunker bus, with Slate, Ronald, and Brian. I can't even come to describe how awesome it has been, how many laughs and sarcastic comments have appeared and had been heard here.
I grunted as I climbed off my bunk bed and made my way towards the living room/ kitchen at the front of the bus. I could hear Slate's laugh and Brian's words as he spoke about something. As came closer, I noticed that they were talking to a laptop in front of them.
"Slate?" I questioned and Slate turned to face me. "Is it safe?" He turned to face the camera and smiled but shook his head. "Say hi to your fans then." I smiled to him.
"My biggest fan says hi people." Slate laughed. "Though you know, my biggest fan is also my best friend." He winked.
"She's quite the gal." Brian laughed. "A sweetheart if you ask me." He sent a winked over in my direction and I rolled my eyes. "Though I still don't understand why she doesn't want to appear here..."
"She doesn't like the spotlight." Slate replied. "She's so weird."
"Hey!" I exclaimed laughing, Slate simply smiled at me and I walked back to get ready for the day.
I grabbed some jeans and a T-shirt that was thrown near my bunk, grabbed some underwear and walked inside the small bathroom I had to share with three other lads. I took a bath and changed, before I decided that it was time to have something to eat. I opened the bathroom door and walked out of it, throwing away my stuff inside my bunk and then walking towards the kitchen where the lads had already finished with their video chat, or so I hoped.
"That was insane!" Ronald laughed. "I can't believe you guys didn't wake me up so that I could participate, I bet that Scotland did participate."
"No, she didn't." Slate replied. "She asked me to keep her as a secret, keep her name and face out of the media, though people know that she is my biggest fan and best friend."
"Yet, we still didn't wake you up." Brian chuckled. "You're a dragon if someone wakes you up before you do."
"So not true." Ronald huffed. "Is that breakfast mine?"
"No." Slate replied. "That's Scotty's. Don't you dare to eat it, not only you will regret it, but you will hear from it for ever."
"Hello boys." I smiled as I went over to sit next to Slate. "How's everyone doing today?"
"Fine." The three of them replied laughing.
"Here's your breakfast princess." Slate smiled handing me my plate. "You want coffee?"
"Is that supposed to be a question?" I asked pretending to be surprised. "You are my best friend, by now you should know that answer." I pretended to be hurt and cry. "Don't you love me?" I heard Slate laughed as he hugged me and placed me on his lap.
"I'm sorry princess." He cooed. "I do love you! I love you so much that it hurts." He nuzzled his nose on my hair, and I started laughing. "Hot or cold?"
"Cold." I replied grinning like an idiot. Slate kissed my templed and placed me back on my seat before he stood up. I lifted my view and saw Ronald staring at me with a jealous face, and Brian simply smiled at me.
What the hell?
Slate came back with my coffee and I thanked him. The breakfast was calm and nice, we had a small chit-chat, but something was off, something about Ronald to be specific, like the way he would stare at me, or how he would turn away when Slate and I were being childish. Was this dude jealous of my friendship?
The bus came to a stop the minute that I finished placing the ski mask on my face. Slate had told me that even though the concert was like until the next day, fans were already camping waiting for him, so that if I wanted to keep my identity away, I should place a mask or something.
"You ready Scotty?" Slate asked from the hall. "The place is packed with paps and fans." He added as I came out of the bathroom. "Wow, you look scary." He joked and I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry about the commotion, just take my hand."
"And you swear we'll make it?" I questioned with a smile. "I will try not to freak out."
"I know." Slate kissed my temple. "Neither of them are inside, yet the screams are loud." I nodded. "Let's do this so that we can send the picture to your mom."
"Slate." I said as we walked. "Do you think I should let you tell the world who I am?"
"No." Slate replied. "I would love to upload all of our photos together and tweet you and stuff, but I know how much you hate the spotlight. I'm not going to force you to anything. Plus, I am a really jealous guy, and if someone sent you hate or tried to flirt with you, would end up in trouble with me." I rolled my eyes and laughed kissing his cheek.
He was the guy that I loved the most.