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.


6. Six


Chapter Five

Flashbacks and Memories


I climbed off the bunk bed and walked over to the small kitchenette the bus had. I knew it was the middle of the night, but I wanted some water. I can't sleep with a thirsty mind. I managed not to die whilst the bus was in movement and all the lights were turned off. It was so weird that they travelled in the night, but oh well, who am I to judge?


I walked over to the cupboard and opened it, trying to remember where the glasses or cups were placed, when the bus came to an abrupt stop causing me to hit my forehead in the edge of the cupboard. Yes, it hurt as much as you think it did.


"Flying squirrel!" I exclaimed placing my hand on the cut. "Oh shit." I added when I felt blood on my hand. "You have to be kiddi-"

"Scotty?" I heard Slate's voice. "Are you okay?" He questioned before turning the lights on, causing me to stumbled. 

"Damn the lights." I said as I tried to stand up. "What are you doing up?"

"Fuck Scotty." Slate ran over to me. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Hit myself with the cupboard." I rolled my eyes. "The stupid bus made me though. That's my defence." 

"Yeah?" Slate laughed. "Come on, sit on the counter, I'll get the kit so that I can clean your cut." I nodded and sat on the counter as Slate walked over to the bathroom. 

"How come you are up?" I questioned. "I thought your sleep was precious and you couldn't lose it." 

"I know." Slate smirked. "But I had to pee, so I woke up when the bus came to a stupid stop, and then I heard your flying squirrel, aka you got hurt." He added with a small smile. "This might sting a little." I nodded and he started to clean my cut. 


It did sting a little, but it was bound to happen, I mean, I did open my forehead at the end. After Slate cleaned up, he walked over to wash his hand and then he came back. I raised an eyebrow and he laughed placing his hands on the side of my legs. He stared at me with some weird eyes, I wasn't sure what was happening, but I knew that I was not ready for this. He looked down to my lips and then he met my eyes once again. I let out a shaky breath, and Slate smirked coming closer to me. 


Slate Hunter was about to kiss me...


"Why are you up?" Brian questioned causing Slate to back up. "Scotland?"

"I wanted water and manage to cut my head." I rolled my eyes. "Why are you up?" I questioned. 

"Lights." He smirked. "Let's go back to bed guys, we have a long day tomorrow." I climbed down of the counter. "Slate?" 


Slate nodded and walked behind me as we climbed to our bunks once again. I laid down and stared at the ceiling and sighed. I just had a moment with Slate, the hell just happened. Did I almost kiss Slate?




I woke up the next morning with my forehead hurting like a period cramp and I hated hit. I stumbled down of my bunk bed and made my way to the kitchenette. I realised that I didn't drink water yesterday night. I rubbed my eyes and stared at the lads who were having breakfast. Slate smiled as he saw me and motioned me to sat down next to him. I made my way and sat, resting my head on his shoulder. 


"Good morning princess." Slate kissed my temple. "How are you?"

"My forehead hurts." I whined, and he chuckled. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I have an interview." Slate sighed. "Why don't you go to the city? You've been stuck here for far to long." 

"I don't want to go alone." I rolled my eyes. "Brian, come with me." I said. "We can go and buy the ski masks." I laughed. 

"Sure." Brian smirked. "Plus, we are going to buy another banjo so that you can practice." I smiled. 

"Ronald." Slate said. "Are you going to join them?" Ronald shook his head. "Why not?"

"I'm not feeling well." Ronald sighed. "I will try to get some sleep." 

"Potassium." I replied. "You're going to miss a hell of an adventure." I added with a smirk. 

"Potassium?" Brian questioned and I rolled my eyes sighing. 

"Okay equals K which equals Potassium." I replied. "Basic chemistry, duh." I brushed my hair to a side. "I'm going to get ready." 

"Go ahead smartypants." Slate winked at me. 


I grabbed some cloth for the day and went over to the bathroom to get ready. I was actually excited to spend the day with only Brian, he seemed like a nice lad, and Ronald, well I don't really like Ronald. 


After I was ready the bus was parked where Slate was going to be doing his interview, so Brian and I decided to go to the centre of the town to shop for my ski mask, it was bound to happen.


"How did you and Slate met?" Brian questioned as we walked inside the second store. "I have always wondered if you guys met since babies or what." 

I giggled. "He saved me." I replied. "From almost breaking my arm whilst I climbed a tree." A small smile crept into my face. 


Seven year old me ran to the very end of the park where no one would find me. I've always liked nature and being alone, so hence the reason why I was climbing the tallest tree I found. I was halfway up when a branch broke and I got stuck in an odd position, the only way for me to get unstuck was either fall or wait for someone to help me out...


"HELP!" I shouted. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" I know regretted the decision of coming here alone, I should have told my mother where I was going to be. 

"Where are you?" A voice questioned. "Tell me where are you so that I can help you!" 

"Stuck in the biggest tree!" I shouted. "Please hurry! My arm hurts." I sobbed, though not a tear had fallen down.

"I see you!" The voice said. I looked down and saw a boy around my age staring up at me. "I'll climb up and help you out okay. Don't worry. I won't get stuck." 


I laughed at him and he did get up and helped me out. In the time he climbed we started talking and it turns out that he just moved to the city, his name was Slate, and he was now my best friend, not because I had a choice in it, but because he had saved my arms life. 


I giggled as I finished narrating the short version of the story in how Slate and I became best friends, though ever since that day, we have been inseparable, I don't regret it in a bit. 


"That's cute." Brain winked. "He's always been your saviour?" 

"Something like that." I laughed. "I actually saved him from dating a bitch." 

"Really?" He laughed. "Can I hear that story?" 

"First answer this question." I said. "Do you like the blue or green ski mask?" 

"Blue." He replied. "Tell me as we search for more." 


​It was a week before winter break and I was on the courtyard (even though it was freezing cold) finishing a psychology report that was due in three periods. Slate was supposed to be hanging out with Audrey, the girl he wants to date, yet he doesn't listens to me when I tell him that she is a bully. I was finishing the last paragraph when the doors opened and I stared at them, Audrey was walking towards me, the queen bitch making her way to me... 


"Scotland." Audrey said and I look up. "You listen very carefully." I raised an eyebrow but kept writing. "LISTEN TO ME YOU BITCH!" She shouted closing my laptop on my hands.

I stood up to her and she backed. "Listen carefully Audrey. You don't call me bitch or anything. I don't know what you want, so leave me alone." 

"You are going to leave Slate alone." She pointed a finger to my face. "He has ditched me twice just to hang out with you. So if you don't want your life to be a living hell I kindly suggest that you leave him alone." 

"I'm not going to drop 10 years of friendship." I snapped. "Get over your jealousy and let Slate be."

"I'm not going to-" Audrey was cut off. I frowned and when I turned around Slate was standing behind me. 

"Scotty tried to warn me." Slate said. "But I did not want to believe in her." He added. "Get lost Audrey, there will never be an us." He grabbed my laptop and my hand before walking back inside the school.


I laughed at the end of the story. It wasn't the first nor the last time in which something like that happened to us. People always thought of us as a couple, but we are nothing more than best friends.


"Just accept that you like him Scotland." Brian winked. "It will be easier for everyone."












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