Promise.

Chapter Five

FLASHBACK AND MEMORIES

Ugh, don't you hate the fact that when you are in the best dream possible, and then you feel like your throat is on fire? Well, that is exactly what happened to me at the moment. Hopping off my bunk, I made my merry way towards the small kitchenette the bunker bus had to put the fire out. Let me tell you that it was not an easy task, given that all lights were out (and no, I don't know where the switches are) and it was also on movement. I do wonder why they travel at night though.

I walked over to the cupboard and opened it, trying to remember exactly where the glasses were placed, when the bus came to an abrupt stop, making my forehead meet the edge of the cupboard. And if you were wondering, yes it hurt as much as you think it did...

"Flying squirrel!" I exclaimed placing my hand on where I had hurt myself. "Oh poop," I added when I felt blood on my hand. "This can't be true,"

"Scotty?" Slate's voice questioned. "Are you okay?" Was his next question before turning the lights on, causing me to stumble more.

"What is it with the lights?" I whined as I tried to stable myself. "Why are you up?"

"Scotty! Fuck," Slate ran over to me and examined my face. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I umm, ouch don't touch it," I moved his hands. "I hit myself with the cupboard, the stupid bus made me though, that is the truth and my defence,"

"Yeah?" He chuckled. "Come on Scotty, sit on the counter, I'll get the kit so that I can help you clean up your cut," I gave him a small nod and hopped on the counter as Slate walked towards the bathroom.

"I'll ask again," I yawned. "How come you are up? I thought that your sleep was precious and you couldn't lose it,"

Slate chuckled. "I know, but I had to pee, so I woke up when the bus came to that stupid stop and heard your flying squirrel, so I decided to investigate," I gave him a small nod. "This might sting a little,"

It did sting a little, but it was bound to happen, like hello people, I cut my forehead. After Slate patched me up, he walked back to wash his hands and came back. He gave me a loop-side smile before capturing me on the counter. He gave me his cheeky smile and I wasn't really sure what was happening, but I knew that I wasn't ready for this. He turned his view to my lips before staring back at my eyes.

I took a sharp breath, causing Slate to smirk. Ladies and gentlemen, Slate Hunter was about to kiss me...

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

"I uhm, I wanted some water but cut my forehead," I gave a weak chuckle. "What about you?"

"The lights," He smirked. "Let's go back to bed guys, we have a very long day tomorrow," I climbed down off the counter and stared at Slate. "Let's go, Slate,"

Slate gave a tight nod and walked behind me as we all climbed back to our bunkers. As I lay down on the bed, I couldn't shake the feeling that I just had a moment with Slate, was I really going to kiss him?

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I woke up the next morning with my forehead hurting more than my period cramps and believe me when I tell you, I hate it. Stumbling out of my bunk bed, I made my way toward the kitchenette. Rubbing my eyes I stared at the lads who were enjoying breakfast. Slate gave me a sweet smile and patted the space next to him and I made my way toward him.