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.


10. Ten


Chapter Nine
It Was A Date??


It was a free day, you know... a relaxing day, where Slate didn't have an interview, a photo-shoot or a concert, it was a day we could spend on the doing of random things, and let's just face it Slate and I are the most random teenagers you could ever imagine. 

I was currently changing into a decent outfit to get out of the bunker bus and head over to wherever Slate wanted to take me. If there is one thing you have to know about Slate, it is the fact that he will wake you up at insane hours of the morning (6am) just so that you can enjoy the whole day... Yeah, we don't always agree on that. 


"Come on Scotty!" Slate urged at the bathroom door. "We have places to get!" 

"Calm down Slate." I rolled my eyes. "I need to look like a decent human being, so give me five more minutes and I'll be ready. My face needs to be pampered." I let out a sigh. I always hated wearing so much make-up, but since I was now on the spotlight and people followed me around (who would have thought) I had to look decent. 

"Your face is perfect without make-up Scotty." Slate sighed. "I've loved you with chocolate covering your face, nothing will change that." 

I blushed at that comment. I need to get my shit together. "Two more minutes." I replied and applied some lip balm. 




I moaned as I chew my bacon, it was simply the best bacon that I had ever had in years. After I was ready to go, Slate brought me to this magical place where they served the best bacon that you could ever think of.  Slate laughed at my reaction and stabbed his bacon. Right now I didn't care if paparazzi saw me eating like a pig, I was starving and the bacon was heaven.


"What are we doing after this?" I questioned with my mouth full. 

Slate chuckled shaking his head. "We are going to an amusement park." He took a sip of his coffee. 

I swallowed and stared at him in shock. Was he really going to take me to an amusement park? "You joking with me?" 

"No princess." He smiled. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you are evil and want to see me breaking to pieces?" I shrugged and chuckled. Slate was bout to attack me with a comeback when a tap on the window scared us. We both snapped our heads to the source only to find a dude with a huge camera smiling at us.

"Shit." Slate sighed and shook his head. "Are you done eating?" He questioned and I stared at my plate. 

"Sure." I said with a small pout. I still had a lot of food but I knew that we had to run. 

"I promise that I will bring you here some other time." Slate smiled as we both got up, leaving money to pay.

"You're throwing a bunch of promises." I sighed looking down.

"Hey." Slate grabbed me from the shoulders. "I will keep every single promise I've made to you Scotty. I rather lose my job as a singer than lose you as my friend." 


I was surprised at he just told me. I look up at his eyes, he was sincere as he has always been with me. I smiled and hugged him. My head resting on his chest as I heard his heartbeat. Slate hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. 


I was falling hard for my best friend, and there was nothing that I could do, or that I wanted to do.


Slate let go of me and grabbed my hand before running towards the back of the restaurant. The manager had noticed that paparazzi where invading the outside of his place so he wanted us out from his place. I waved at the chef who sent me a wink which caused Slate to growl. I shrugged and almost died as I tried to keep up with Slate. 


When the car was in view I smiled in joy. We had left the car like five blocks away in front of some other restaurant so that paparazzi thought we were there and not in the actual location. I am guessing that our plan didn't work as planned...


"How come they find us so fast?" Slate grumbled as the driver took us to our next destination. 

I tilted my head in confusion, he did say us right? Why us? "What?" I questioned. "What do you mean by that?"

"Mean by what princess?" Slate questioned as he took out his phone. "I'm just wondering how the hell paps find us so easily. I didn't even tweet that I was going out with you. You did that same right?"

I nodded. Us again. "Why use us instead of me?" I questioned. "You're the famous one boy." I nudged him and wink. "They are looking for you and not me." 

Slate seemed confused but he smiled as he turned his phone to me. "Check this out. I'm not the only famous now." 


I frowned and took the phone from his hand. There was a video of me playing the banjo whilst Slate sang some random lyrics. This was like two days ago, when we were waiting for an interview where he had to perform. I scrolled down to the comments, there was no way that people thought that I was good playing the banjo, like hello? I suck...


@MrsHunter2014: Scotland is awesome! I didn't know that she could play!

@Slaaaate: Brian tweeted that he was teaching her...

@xprincessxx: she's gorgeous don't you think?

@Jaypig: I'm so glad that Ronald tricked her... well not really, but I am glad that we now know her.



I frowned when Slate took the phone out of my hands. I look up at him and he shook his head. He didn't want me to read the hate. I sighed and stare out at the window, I had to find a way to read the hate, I had to know why people hated me. 


"Princess." Slate caught my attention. "Later today okay?" I nodded. "We are almost here."

I smiled. "Are we climbing every ride right?" I grinned. Slate look a bit uncomfortable, I knew that he hated the grin that I had on my face, it always meant that I was going to do something bad...

"Sure." He winked. "I just want to make you happy. That's the whole reason of my existence." 


I blinked in surprise, my mouth hanging open. He did not just say that. I gulped and started at him. How could I process what he was saying at me? 


"Is this a date?" I blurted out before I could think.


Slate turned to look at me surprise. He reached for my cheek and he stroke it. He didn't break the contact. I knew that it meant that in a few seconds we were going to be kissing. I closed my eyes and when I was about to start leaning in, the driver announced our arrival...














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