Promise.

Chapter Nine

It was a date?

We had today what we like to call a free day, you know, a day in which there is absolutely nothing to do and we can relax all day long. Slate didn't have an interviewer, nor a photoshoot, nor a concert, it was a day we could spend inside the bunker bus doing random things.

But of course that wasn't the case. I was currently deciding what I would wear, given that Slate had decided we needed to enjoy the whole day, hence why he woke me up at 6 freaking am. I hate him at the moment...

"Scotty! Come on!" Slate urged as he banged at the bathroom door. "We have many places to see!"

"Calm down Slate," I sighed rolling my eyes. "I have to look at least like a half-decent human being. Give me five minutes and I'll be ready," I stared at my face. Now that I was part of the spotlight, I had to be wearing makeup and looking decent every day... something that I am not a fan of.

"You always look amazing Scotty," Slate sighed. "I've loved you with chocolate covering your face, I know that nothing is ever going to change that,"

Shit, how was I supposed to answer that? I blushed and thank God that Slate wasn't here to see me. I really need to get my shit together. "Two more minutes please," I spoke as I took in a deep breath and applied some lip balm.

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I couldn't help but moan as I chew on the delicious bacon that Slate was making me eat. This was the best bacon I had had in years, and I am not exaggerating. Once I was ready to leave, Slate brought me to this magical place where, as I have mentioned before, sold the best bacon you can think of.

Slate chuckled at my reaction and I rolled my eyes. "What are we doing after this?" I questioned as I chew another piece of bacon.

"Well," Slate started. "I believe we are headed over to an amusement park," He took a sip of his coffee.

I raised my eyebrows. "Are you being serious? Or are you playing some awful prank on me?"

Slate chuckled. "No princess, why would I even think of doing that?"

I pretended to think. "Maybe because you are evil and want to see how my heart breaks into little pieces," I shrugged with a chuckle. Slate was about to refute my comment when a tap on the window scared us.

Snapping our heads to the source, we both jumped back to find a guy with a camera waving at us. "Shit," Slated grabbed my hand. "You are done eating," He spoke and dragged me out of the booth. "Come on Scotty, I promise that I will bring you back here some other day, but right now we have to go!" He urged.

"Is it just me or are you throwing away a bunch of promises?" I questioned as I followed him.

"Hey," Slate grabbed me by 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 best friend,"

I was more than surprised at what he just told me. I couldn't help but look at his eyes, only to find the most sincere look ever. I let my smile grow as I gave him a hug, making sure that Slate understood that I believed him and that I was thankful to have him as my best friend as well.

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

Slate let go of me and grabbed my hand once again before sprinting towards the back of the restaurant. The manager was trying to control the paparazzi that were trying to get inside the restaurant and motioned us to go out the back. As we rant through that kitchen, I waved at the chef and he winked at me, only to cause Slate to drag me harder and almost make me fall.

After running for what felt like an eternity, I couldn't help but smile when I saw the car. Slate had decided to leave the car five blocks away in case someone recognized the car and wanted to stalk us or whatever... didn't really work that way...

"How the heck did they find us?" Slate grumbled as he asked the driver to take us to the next location.

I tilted my head confused. "What do you mean us? 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 did they find us so easily. I didn't even tweet that I going out with you, and neither did you right?"

I nodded once more. Why the heck does he keep saying us, the famous one is he! "Why do you insist on using us?" I questioned. "You are the famous one boy, they are looking for you, not for us,"

Slate barked out a laugh. "Oh darling," He mocked. "I am not the only famous person now," He added as he showed me his phone.

I frowned as I took the phone out of his hands. There was a video of me playing the banjo whilst Slate sang some random lyrics. I can't believe the video is even up, it was taken two days ago when we were waiting for an interview where he was supposed to sing a couple of songs.

I licked my lips as I scrolled down to the comments, there was no way that people thought that I was good at playing the banjo, like hello... I can't!

@MrsHunter2014: Scotland is fantastic! How come she has never played in a concert?

@Slaaaaate: Aww she's so cute! Brian tweeted that he was her teacher.

@xprincessxx: she's gorgeous don't y'all think?

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

@Erlie: @Jaypig HELL NO! IT WAS BETTER WHEN SHE WAS NOT KNOWN! SHE'S JUST STEALING HIS FAME!

I whined as Slate took the phone out of my hands. I looked up at him and he simply shocked his head. I rolled my eyes, he didn't want me to read the hate. I sighed and turned out to look out the window, I need to know why people hate me so much, so I gotta find a way to read the hate without having Slate near me...

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

I couldn't contain my happiness. "Are we climbing every ride?" I grinned as Slate looked uncomfortable. I knew that he hated the grin that I had on my face, it always meant that I was going to do something that he didn't particularly like...

"Sure," He winked. "I just want to make you happy, that's the whole reason for my existence,"

I blinked in surprise, my mouth hanging open. He did not just say that. I gulped and stared at him. How could I even begin processing what he just said to me?

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

Slate turned to look at me surprised. He reached for my cheek and 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...