Promise.

Chapter Sixteen

Massive Hangover

Gosh, why had I decided to drink from Slate's glass? My head was killing me and I could barely open my eyes. Yesterday was amazing, but I have to remind myself never to drink from Slate's glass ever again, that kid can surely hold his alcohol. I tried to get comfy to go back to sleep again, hearing that no one was making noise, probably meant everyone was dead.

"Let her sleep Brian," Slate's whisper caught my attention. He coughed before whispering something else I couldn't see.

"She has slept all morning man," Brian argued. "Plus, I really need her help with something," I frowned, what?

"With what exactly?" Slate snapped and I rolled my eyes. Jealous much? "Why would Scotty need to help you with something?"

"Hey!" Brian laughed. "She is my friend, stop being so jealous," Yo go Brian! "I want her to help me pick an outfit for the interview we have tomorrow," What interview? "I want to have an option before the stylish come and try to ask me out on a date." He is being so dramatic, John is a very nice lad... okay maybe too nice.

"Fine," Slate whined, most likely pouting. "Princess, it is time to come out and rule!"

"Ugh! Shut up Slate," I whined rolling over. "My head hurts so bad," I complained like a little baby. "And your nagging with Brian isn't helping me," I heard a chuckle. "Why on earth do I have to help you choose your outfit? Don't you have John to do that for you?" I questioned as I hopped down from the bunk and walked over to them.

"Yes," Brian sighed. "But that dude is getting on my nerves,"

I rolled my eyes as Slate handed me a bottle of water and a pill to help with my headache, he placed a kiss on my temple before he pulled me towards the sofa. I motioned Brian to show me what he wanted to wear for the interview.

Everybody knew that John batted for the other team, but what I didn't know was that he had a thing for Brian, which if I am being completely honest is hilarious.

"Brain!" I whined. "Come on dude," I sighed as he came out with yet another outfit, and he had already shown me ten. "Why don't you just tell John that you have a girlfriend so that this torture can end?"

"Because it won't work," Brian replied.

"Why not?" I sighed.

Brian slumped down next to me. "Because, for your information, I am a very terrible liar," He sighed and I chuckled, he is such a kid.

"Slate," I whined and he turned to face me. "You need to help me come up with a plan to make sure that John backs off Brian. I cannot and I will not continue to be his stylish, I mean, I can barely dress myself up, how do you expect me to help him for INTERVIEWS!"

Slate laughed as he stretched out. "That won't be a today problem," I raised an eyebrow. "John called and he is not coming today, he is sending his lady friend for the job," Brian jumped in joy and ran out of the bunker bus to celebrate, I would suppose.

"What is this interview going to be about?" I questioned. "You guys have like two weeks left of the tour,"

"How has tour life been, and what are the plans for the future," Slate replied.

"And what exactly is going to happen?" I questioned before snuggling onto Slate.

"Spend time with my beautiful girlfriend," Slate kissed my head. "And maybe, you know, write another album," He added with a chuckle.

"How much time do we have before you leave?" I questioned.

"Long enough," He winked with a smirk.