Promise.

Chapter Three

THE VIDEO CHAT THINGY

How fast time passes when you have fun, don't you think? It has barely been two days since I started my journey on the bunker bus with Slate, Brian and Ronald, but I could swear it feels like a lifetime, between the amazing time and all the craziness it brings.

A grunt came out of me as I climbed off my bunk bed and made my way towards the kitchenette the bus owned. Laughter from Slate and Brian could be heard, as well as some random comments. Frowning I walked closer to them, only to find them with a laptop in front of them.

"Slate?" I whispered causing him to smile at me. "Can I or should I wait until you are done?" He turned to face the camera and gave a slight no. "Say hi to your fans from me then," I added with a wink before finding another place to seat.

"So everyone, my biggest fan says hi," Slate laughed. "Though you must know, that my biggest fan is also my best friend, the one person that has been with me forever,"

"She's quite the gal," Brian laughed. "A total sweetheart if you ask me," He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. "Though, I am hoping to get an explanation as to why the lovely lady doesn't want to appear in the spotlight,"

Slate turned to face me and I gave him a nod. "The main reason is that she is weird," I scoffed and Brian laughed. "Nah, for real, she doesn't like the spotlight," I rolled my eyes at Slate and turned away to get ready for the day.

I grabbed some cloth from the small closet that the bunk owned, made sure to grab everything else I need and made my way towards the small bathroom I had to share with three other lads. I did my business, took a shower and changed before deciding that it was time for Slate to feed me. I threw everything inside my bunk and walked towards the kitchenette, where that guys were, hopefully without their video chat.

"That was insane!" Ronald laughed. "I can't believe that you guys didn't even think of waking me up so that I could be part of it. I am even sure that Scotland did get to appear,"

I scoffed. "No, she did not," Slate replied. "She asked me to keep her a secret, keep her name and face out of the media, the only thing that people know is that she is my biggest fan and best friend,"

"But yeah, we didn't wake you up," Brian chuckled. "You're a maniac dragon if someone wakes you up before you decide to do it yourself,"

"That is so not true," Ronald argued. "Yo, is that breakfast mine?"

"No," Slate replied and I smiled. "That's Scotty's, and don't you even dare to eat it. Not only you will regret it, but you will hear about it forever,"

"Hello boys," I smiled as I took my seat next to Slate. "How's everyone doing today? Are we all happy to be alive?"

"Fine," The three of them replied laughing.

"Here's your breakfast princess," Slate smiled sliding my plate. "You want some coffee?" He asked with a smirk.

"Is that supposed to be a question?" I pretended to be offended. "You are my BEST FRIEND, by now you should know the answer to that question," I huffed. "Don't you love me?" I cried as Slate 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 please," I replied grinning like an idiot. Slate kissed my temple 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 when I turned to Brian he simply smiled at me.

What the hell?

Slate finally came back with my coffee and I thanked him with a small kiss on his cheek. Breakfast was calm and nice, we made some small chitchat, but I could sense that something was off, something about Ronald to be specific. There was something off about the way he was staring at me, or how he would scowl every time Slate and I were being childish. Is he jealous of my friendship?

The bus came to a stop the minute that I finished placing my ski mask on my face. Slate had told me that even though the concert was until tomorrow, fans were already camping waiting for him. So that means that if I want o keep my identity a secret as always, I should protect my face, hence the ski mask (for the moment).

"Princess, Scotty," Slate spoke from the hall. "The place is already packed with paps and fans," He added as I came out of the bathroom. "Are you Scotty?" He chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "Don't get frightened because of the commotion, just remember to hold unto my hand-"

"And swear we'll male it?" I interrupted with a smile and he chuckled. "I promise I will try not to freak out too much,"

"I know princess," Slate kissed my temple. "Neither of them is inside, but the screams can be heard from the inside though," I nodded. "Let's do this so that we can send the picture to your mom,"

I gave him a nod. "Slate," I whispered as we walked. "Do you think I should let the fans know who I am?"

Slate gave me a sad smile. "No," He replied. "I would love to upload all of our photos together and tweet to you and stuff, but I know and understand how much you hate the spotlight. I'm never going to force you to do anything that you aren't comfortable with. Also, princess, I'm a very jealous guy, and if someone sent you hate or tried to flirt with you, would have some serious trouble with me," I rolled my eyes with a smile and chuckled before I kissed his cheek.

He is definitely the guy I love the most.