Promise.

Chapter Fifteen

Public?

I hit the send button so my mom could get the picture we had just taken. Pocketing my phone, I turned around to see Brian, Ronald and Slate having a good laugh. I was relieved that the boys had decided to let Ronald stay for the rest of the tour and were trying their best to be civil towards each other.

"Oi Scotty!" Slate shouted motioning me to join them. "We need to talk," I frowned confused, what is he talking about? "Nothing serious, promise," He kissed the side of my head. "Don't look so terrified,"

I rolled my eyes with a small chuckle. "What are we going to talk about then?" I questioned grabbing his hand.

"Calm down," He ruffled my head. "We have an award event, and you are going as my date, so we have to go dress shopping,"

"Say what?" I chuckled nervously. "I'm what? Your date?" I blinked away.

Slate chuckled as we entered his dressing room. I knew that Slate was going to have an event and all, where he was to be dressed impeccably, but I never really thought that I would have to be going with him. Like, why the hell should I be going? I thought only Slate had to go, that he didn't have a plus one...

I slouched down to the couch. "Do I really have to go?" I whined. "Because I don't think that I can pull off a serious event. I mean, we are talking about me! I trip walking on a straight surface barefoot! Do you remember the last time I went to a formal event?" I cringed.

"I know Princess," Slate kneeled. "But this time I really need you to come with me. If it wasn't necessary, I wouldn't have asked you,"

"Slate," I whined dragging out the e. "Do I really have to go out and buy an outfit? Can't we order it online or something?"

"Scotty," Slate stared at me with his puppy eyes.

"Ugh!" I grunted. "You owe me big time!"

"I love you, babe!" He kissed my nose before dragging me out of the dressing room.

I followed Slate to the car that would take us to the shopping trip. I knew that Slate had already told my mother, thanks to the text that I received from her: I'm glad that you said yes to Slate, if not I was going to make you go and ground you for the rest of your life. Aren't mothers sweet? Slate laughed when I showed him the text message and then kissed my temple.

Have you ever felt when you are not sure what you are? I mean, I'm not entirely sure what Slate and I are, like, I know that we are best friends, and it seems to be more, but he hasn't really asked me out, so I don't know what that makes us...

"Something wrong Princess?" Slate questioned me as he approached me as we walked around the mall.

"Nope," I replied with a smile. "Do we have to match?"

"Yes." Slate chuckled. "I need to buy my tie. So let's get your dress first."

I nodded. "Let's go then, Slate." I poked him and ran towards a store.

It took us three hours, THREE HOURS, to find the perfect dress. And you know what sucks more? The fact that Slate decided that we were going to take the very first dress I had chosen. Yes, I wanted to kill him.

Wanna know another factor that sucked? I had to get pampered up for another hour and a half before we returned to the bunker bus. Slate had claimed that I had to look more perfect than usual, though he claimed that it was impossible and starting to have a debate with himself. I really don't understand why he is babbling so much today...

"Slate." I sighed once we were back on the bunker bus. "Why did we do all of this? How important is this event?"

"I couldn't care less about the event being important or not," Slate replied.

"Then why?" I questioned.

"I want for the people to meet my beautiful girlfriend, and for every girl to be jealous at how pretty she is." Slate grabbed my hips.

I stared at him in shock. Did he just say that I am his girlfriend? "Your what?" I whispered.

"My girlfriend." Slate smiled. "Will you be my girlfriend Scotland Inn?"

"Yes." I smiled and pressed my lips to him.