Promise.

Chapter Ten

Rumours?

A small smile made its way to my face as Slate got back on stage to start rehearsing. Today they were doing a private rehearsal as they had a backstage party or something along those lines. I was sitting crossed-legged in one of the VIP chairs with my laptop on top. I had finally decided that it was time to face my social media, after the whole banjo-whatever-thingy.

Slate wasn't as ready as I thought, but... what could he do? It was. my decision after all, and he knew that sooner or later I was either going to find out by myself or by someone else.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my Tumblr page only to find 1680 new messages and my followers had escalated from 78 to 7.8k. Gulping and preparing myself mentally, I clicked on the message button, it was all or nothing...

A frown was present on my face as I scrolled past all the messages, there were all types of them. People were happy that I was Slate's best friend, some others were mad at me for keeping it a secret, others claimed that they understood, and others simply hated my guts for unknown reasons in human history... Oh boy, what a fun life.

"Princess?" I heard Slate calling out to me. I licked my lips looked up from the screen and raised an eyebrow. "How bad is it?"

"Actually," I started. "Not that bad," I shrugged. "Just what I thought it was going to be. You do know that humans are the weirdest creatures to live in this goddamn universe,"

"Only humans exist," Ronald pointed out.

I rolled my eyes at him. "We still don't know that for sure," I shut my laptop. "I am going to take a nap," I announced.

"Are you heading to the tour bus?" Brian questioned and I nodded. "Be careful okay? Paparazzi are outside, they can't enter but they can surely bother,"

"They are worst than fangirls right?" I chuckled and they all nodded. "No problem, I'll see you guys for the concert!" I waved and walked towards the tour bus on the other side of the field.

Now that the world knew who I was, I didn't need to hide my face or anything at all. I had already been part of a couple of videos, yet I didn't want people to think that only because they all know who I am, that I'm trying to be famous or steal Slate's fame, I'm just me, just like Slate is Slate to me.

I opened the door and stepped back into the cold air of the outside. Hating myself for forgetting my coat in Slate's dressing room, and being too lazy to actually go to get it, I tried to protect myself with the only thing available to me... my laptop.

"Scotland! Over here!" I heard a voice call out. Out of instinct I turned to the source and saw a huge man win an expensive camera waving at me. I shook my head and started walking away. "Just one question please!" He shouted again. I growled quietly, I had learned from Slate, that sometimes it was okay to answer a couple of questions so that they would leave you alone. I gave a couple of steps towards him and motioned him to ask. "Are you and Slate dating?"

I chuckled. "Of course not," I replied. "Why do you even think that?"

"Because," He started. "We have a bunch of pictures of you and him on a date," The man smirked, causing my mouth to drop in surprise and he took a moment to take a picture.

I blinked twice before snapping out of my trance and turned around running back to the stadium. Now everything made sense, that was the meaning behind #S2. I pushed harder towards where Slate was, he has to know about this and put an end to it.

"SLATE HUNTER!" I shouted as I ran past the security guards. "SLATE HUNTE-"

"Scotty?" Slate shouted as he ran to meet me. "Princess," He spoke as he looked to see if I was injured. "What happened? Why are you so flustered?

"Rumors," I spit out. "You, me, date,"

"What?" Slate frowned. "Take a deep breath. Do you want some water?" I nodded. "Come on then," He sighed pulling me with him towards his dressing room.

I took a massive gulp of water and stared at Slate. "There is a rumour about you and me," I started. "When I was walking back to the bunker bus, a random pap called me out and he told me that he simply had one question, so I let him ask it," I gulped. "His question was if you and I are a couple, as in if we are dating. When I questioned him where he got that crazy idea, he said that there is a shitload of photos of us together on a date," Slate slowly nodded. "After he said, a lot of things started to make sense," I took in a deep breath. "As I read the comments and my messages there was a hashtag that appeared far too much, #S2, and I didn't know what it meant, at least not until now," I scratched my hair. "#S2 stands for Slate and Scotland,"

Slate looked completely lost, he didn't seem to understand what I was saying, until finally, everything clicked. He blinked several times before he dragged me towards the sofa in his dressing room. It was now my time to blink as I stared at him pacing right in front of me.

He finally stopped and took in a deep breath and knelt down so that we were at the same eye level. "Scotty, Princess," Slate sighed as he grabbed my hands. "What I am about to tell you, is something that I have been wanting to tell you for a long time," He took in a deep breath and held me tighter. "I love you Scotty, and I love you more than just a friend,"