Promise.

Chapter Eight

Out

You know when you don't want to do something it always itches to do it at some point, and so here lies my debate. I knew that at some point in my life, I was going to be checking social media, hello! I was outed and now everyone knows about me. People had been doing some very deep stalking on Slate to find out everything they could about me. Also, we already had a conversation with Slate, where he tells me not to pay attention to the hate, he knows that it is going to be hard given the past circumstances, but still, he is trying his best. He claims that the only way to stop the rumours is to ignore them, and I am good at ignoring things, I just don't know if I can ignore this...

"Scotland?" Brian called out for me. "I know that you are here!" He sang. "Scotland! Slate asked me to come and get you,"

I frowned and hopped off my bunker. "What for?" I questioned as I stood in front of him. "Why does Slate want me? Don't you have stuff to prepare before the concert?"

"I might be aware that you don't particularly like fans," Brian smiled and I frowned. "But, there is a sound check party, which means that fans will be there, and Slate wants for you to meet and interact with some of them so that you realize that they aren't evil,"

I chuckled. "I have never called the fans evil," I pointed out.

"I know," Brian smiled. "But it got you to laugh," He added with a wink. "Come on, hurry up,"

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes as I put on my shoes.

Brian stuck his tongue out before grabbing my phone and waiting for me by the door. Once I was ready, I jumped on his back and we made our way towards the arena. Ronald was still on tour, which made Slate so unhappy, but we couldn't do much, given that the order came from the Studio. The only change that they made was that he was sleeping on another bus, which gave us (Slate, Brian and me) more space.

Once we neared the stage, I hopped off Brian's back and made my way towards Slate. A smile was permanent on my face as I knew that in a few seconds, I was going to be with my favourite person in the entire world.

"SLATE!" I shouted as I hugged him from behind.

"Princess!" He laughed as he tried to keep the balance. "How are you?"

"Better now," I kissed his cheek as he motioned me to hop on. "Umm?"

"Nope," Slate laughed. "Let's get our fans here!" He shouted as he piggy-back-ride me towards the centre of the stage.

Brian got his banjo, just like Ronald his guitar and Slate positioned himself right in front of the microphone I was still on his back. I was about to question Slate something random when a bunch of screaming and crying startled me. I moved my head so that I could pinpoint who was making that noise, only to see thirty gurls shouting and crying whilst they held onto signs for my dear best friend.

I scuffed causing Slate to chuckle. "You're not jealous are you?" Slate questioned as he tried to face me.

"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes. "As if any of those girls will ever be in my position,"

Slate smiled and tried to kiss my cheek, only for him to miss and land near my mouth, with a smirk he said. "You know that I only belong to you Scotty," I blush and hid my face in his neck. He chuckled and I felt him move. "HELLO!" He shouted and everyone screamed even louder. "Let's settle down ey,"

I finally poked my head, and everyone started to shout even more. "No need to scream," I sighed and everyone tried to calm down. "They can listen to me?" I sorta whispered to Slate.

"Yes Scotty," He patted my leg. "Want to get down so that I can formally present you?"

"Not really," I laughed hopping down. "Hey everyone," I gave a small wave and turned to face Slate.

"As you all know," Slate started and he placed his arm around my shoulders. "Scotland, aka Scotty, is my best friend, AND" He tickled me. "I want you all to welcome her. She's the one person who has supported me since the beginning, and the one who has put up with me and my constant mood swings-"

"Which are quite a lot," I interrupted him, causing everyone to laugh.

"She's not only my biggest fan, or my best friend, she is the reason I do this. She encouraged me, and she's the girl I love," He said the last part staring at me, and I could feel myself getting hypnotized by his eyes. I wrinkled my nose as I blushed, causing both Slate and Brian to laugh.

I shook my head and grabbed the microphone. "Yeah, ignore him, I do that quite a lot," I laughed. "My name is Scotland Inn, Scotty to Slate and Scot to Brian, if you have new cool nicknames for me don't hesitate to throw them my way," I winked and turned to Slate. "So umm, I will let you guys enjoy this small warm-up concert with my dear friend Brian, Ronald and my best friend Slate!" I smiled and everyone shouted.

"Thank you, princess," Slate whispered to my ear, before placing a sweet short kiss behind my ear.

I blushed as I walked off the stage without turning to look at him. What the hell? Was I getting butterflies because Slate was acting like Slate? Come on Scotland, get your shit together.

Do you like Slate Hunter aka your best friend?

Oh shit...