Promise.

Chapter Eleven

You can't.

I was a bit disorientated when I woke up. When had I gone to sleep? I was talking with Slate about #S2. I know I was doing that, and I wasn't dreaming that I did. Rubbing my eyes I sat up and turned to look where I was. If I had actually slept and not talked about Slate, how did I end up in his dressing room? As I scanned the room once again, I saw some crackers and a bottle of water, thank the lord for that.

"Are you okay?" Slate's voice questioned and I snapped around trying to figure out where he was. "How are you feeling?" He questioned as he walked from the corner of the room towards me.

"I'm good," I whispered and cleared my throat. "What happened?"

Slate chuckled. "Don't you remember?" He questioned running his hand through his hair. "Don't you remember that you figured out why #S2 exists?"

My eyes grew in shock. So I hadn't had the weirdest dream of my life. "Shit," I whispered as I stared at Slate.

"Yeah, shit sums it up," Slate sighed and plopped down next to me. "Before you panic again or whatever, I need you to listen to the new song I am writing. It's still in the process of being finished, but I need you to hear what I have so far," I gave him a nod and he grabbed his guitar.

He wants to say I Love You

But keeps it to goodnight

because love will mean someone falling

and she's afraid of doing so...

My mouth hung open. There was no way that Slate had just- no, I can't- my God I can't even make sense! My life doesn't make sense anymore. SLATE CANNOT LIKE ME!

"Please say something princess," Slate whispered as he kneeled in front of me.

I turned to face him with tears in the corner of my eyes. "You can't" I whispered. "You can't like me, Slate," Tears were now running freely through my face.

"But I do Scotland!" Slate exclaimed and stood up. "I not only like you," He stared at my eyes as I stood up. "I am absolutely crazy about you!"

"No!" I repeated and moved away from him. "You can't like me, Slate. Period," I stated and turned around to run away from Slate.

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I was still hiding away on my bunk, inside the Bunker Bus when I heard Brian and Slate come back from the concert. They were talking about the concert, how fun it had been and how amazing it was to spend time with the fans afterwards.

I sensed them coming closer to me, so I pretended to fall asleep. I didn't have the time nor the energy to deal with Slate. I know that he always filtered with me, but never in my life, I thought he was going to actually like me. Like I know I have a crush on him, but him being him could have anyone, why choose me?

"Keep it low," Brian whispered as he closed the curtain of my bunk. "Scot is in the dreamland," He chuckled.

"Sure," Slate replied and I assumed he slumped on the couch. "Brian, could I tell you something without anyone else knowing?"

"By all means," Brian replied most likely with a smile on his face. I just love him, he is just the sweetest lad ever.

"So, here goes nothing," Slate sighed. "If you were to tell a girl that you like her, but she claims that you can't like her, what would you do?"

Brian burst into laughter. "You told Scot?" He chuckled. "Mate, she obviously has feelings for you, she simply doesn't want to accept them. You make her so happy, and she knows that just the thought of you makes her smile, that has to mean something. Whatever she told you, it is probably because she is afraid. I don't know her past, but you do, so there must be something that she is scared of, something that is preventing her from opening her heart,"

No way in everything I own! No right? That's all bullshit. Best friends do smile at the thought of their best friends, right? Please say yes... Oh shit... How am I even supposed to tell him that I have feelings for him? Like, who is going to assure me that he won't leave when I do tell him? I know that Slate isn't capable of that, but I also thought that about my father, and look where he is, I don't know where because he bailed on us. I can't have another man bail out of my life when things are complicated, especially since I am not an easy person.

I sensed someone near my bunk and I shut my eyes and even turned to give that person my back. The curtain was moved and my blanket was placed just the way I like it, it had to be Slate. "I promise you Scotty, I'm not going to leave you. I will be there for you always," He kissed my temple.

"I know, but I'm still scared," I whispered softly, that he couldn't have heard me.