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.


17. Seventeen


Chapter Sixteen
Massive Hangover


I grunted as I opened my eyes, I surely felt like shit. Never in my life I had felt so bad. Yesterday's event had been awesome, but I think that I will never had a sip of Slate's drink ever again. I have no idea what that kid puts to his drinks, but it sure as hell was a lot of alcohol on it. I couldn't hear anyone on the bunker bus, that could mean only two things, either everyone was sleeping, or they had let me sleep in.


"Let her sleep Brian." Slate's voice spoke. I frowned, he sounded sick. Was it because of the party yesterday?

"She has slept all morning man." Brian sighed. "Plus, I need her help with something." I frowned once again.

"With what?" Slate snapped. "Why would you need Scotty to help you with something."

"Hey!" Brian replied. "Don't go all jealous on me." There was a pause. "I want her to help me pick out the outfit for the interview tomorrow." Oh shit, the interview tomorrow. "I want to have an option before the stylish come and tries to hit on me." I rolled my eyes with a smile, John was a nice lad.

"Fine." Slate sighed. "Princess, it's time to come and rule!"

"Shut up Slate." I whined. "My head hurts like a bitch." I complained as I sat up on my bunk. "And your nagging with Brian isn't helping." I heard them chuckle. "Why do I have to help you choose your outfit? Don't you have someone to do that for you?" I questioned as I walked over to them.

"We sure do." Brian sighed. "But that dude is getting on my nerves."


I chuckled and grabbed a bottle of water and a pill for my head. Slate shook his head slightly and giggled before kissing my temple. I threw myself on the couch and motioned Brian to show me what he wanted to wear for the interview. I knew that John hits for the other team, but I didn't know that he had it for Brian, which to be sincere I found completely hilarious. Slate took a seat next to me playing on his phone as I helped out Brian with his issue...


"Brian, come on man!" I whined after the tenth outfit came along. "Just tell John that you have a girlfriend and that should do it."

"I don't think it will do." Brian whined.

I let out a sigh. "Why not?"

Brian slumped down next to me. "Cause I am a terrible liar." He sighed and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"SLATE!" I shouted and he appeared a few seconds later staring at me. "We need to have a plan to make John back off from Brian. I will not be his stylish, I can barely get dressed myself, don't want to dress someone else."

Slate chuckled. "That won't be a problem." Slate smiled. "John called and he is bailing today, sending her chick friend today." Brian let out a joy scream and ran out of the bunker bus.

"What's this interview even going to be about?" I questioned. "You are like two weeks away of finishing this tour." Slate nodded. "What are you going to talk about?"

"Tour life and what I will be doing after it." Slate replied.

"And what are you going to do after exactly?" I questioned standing up and wrapping my arms around Slate.

"Spend time with my beautiful girlfriend." Slate pecked my lips. "And maybe write down another album." He added with a chuckle.

"How much time before you have to leave?" I questioned.

"Long enough." He winked.












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