See? I don't need a bodyguard!

Date and Concert

Nelson took me to the movies. He rented the whole theater for us, and we watched some sad movie. Even though I sometimes struggle to reveal emotions, I was crying within the first few minutes, and Nelson was comforting me, also shedding tears.

But Droid had a stone face. It was as if he was staring at the wall. A dull and stone wall that he was trying to connect his face to. What was he? A robot?

After the movie, we went to an expensive restaurant, and Nelson and I sat next to each other, while Droid sat in the corner across from us, wearing sunglasses, so we couldn't tell where he was looking. It annoyed me, but since he didn't do anything yet, I couldn't complain.

And nothing would have happened if Nelson hadn't started clinging to me and forcing me into a little kiss.

"Oh come on, please. Just one little kiss. What harm can it do?" he asked, placing his hand on my inner thigh again and leaning closer to my crotch.

"No, Nelly. We're in public, and people are watching," I said, pushing his hand away. But that didn't stop him; he pressed against me more and placed his hand directly on my crotch. It's true that I've never had any physical contact with him, and he's been pressing on me with it for a while now, but this won't convince me. It just pushes him further away. I don't even know if I want him with me anymore.

But he wouldn't give up. He started rubbing against me until he looked angrily at Droid. I realized he probably kicked him, and it was just a warning.

But then they started kicking each other. My anger began to overflow, and the whole cup of anger overflowed when Droid kicked me, and Nelson right after him too. I know it was a mistake, but no, I've had enough of them.

"Can you please stop that? You're like little kids. Didn't your parents teach you how to behave?" I asked angrily, elbowing Nelson in the stomach. I couldn't just give it to Nelson, so I kicked Droid too. I hit his ankle, and for the first time, I saw him express emotion. I saw... pity and apology? That was new.

"I'm sorry, but your stupid Droidie pisses me off. We were supposed to be just the two of us here, not him!" Nelson said angrily and offended. Nelson pissed me off too. Just like Droid. Having Droid everywhere, not respecting my privacy, and the same with Nelson, not respecting my personal space. And tell me, what am I supposed to do with them?

In the end, when the situation didn't calm down, I just packed up Droid, apologized to Nelson for everything, and went to the car I called to pick us up.

"We need to talk," I said as we rode in the back seats. Glass separated us and the driver, so we had privacy.

"Yes, sir?" he asked coldly. And he looked me in the eyes. He still had that stone face. The guilty one suited him. He looked cuter and seemed more unapproachable. Yeah, but that's in his job description.

"Could you please not get involved in my personal life? I have fans and friends. Matt won't poison me, and I can handle Nelson myself," this was a plea, and I'm glad Droid sensed it.

"I am sorry. It won't happen again, sir. But it's in my job description that when anyone disrespects you or your health or personal space, I have to intervene. But I also have to try to fulfill your wishes, sir. As long as it doesn't cross the line, I'll respect that," he said and looked out the window. I knew he couldn't look me in the eyes. His stone mask fell, replaced by nervousness. I saw him bite his lip.

I liked testing him, so I lay down on the seats and put my head in his lap. I pretended to be terribly tired and turned my face toward his abs. He had big ones, that's for sure.

I was very surprised when he started stroking my hair. He did it carefully because he didn't know what else he could get away with, but that will probably change soon.

I couldn't help but start purring contentedly. Nelson never did this. Maybe in the end, Droid won't be such a bad bodyguard after all.

The next day, I had my new concert, where I even got to sing my new single song, and I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed it until the situation became unmanageable, and people started jumping on stage behind me. I definitely didn't like that.

Fortunately, Droid showed up and helped handle everything and almost got into a fight himself. It was nice of him to care like that, and as he left, he showed a thumbs-up gesture upwards to make sure I was okay. I smiled and nodded.

But as soon as the concert ended, I was surprised to find Droid with his hand in a cast. I immediately rushed to him and examined his hands. One was completely scratched from nails, and there were even bite marks, and the other was in a cast.

"Did these people do this to you?" I asked, looking disgustedly at his scratched and bitten hand.

"Yes, this one did. The other one belonged to a guy who left you this, sir," Droid said and handed me an envelope.

There was a photo from that day of our failed date and several death threats and even a letter literally telling me how he would kill me and what he would do to me. Ew not nice.

I won't lie; this scared me. Like really a lot. I felt sick from what was written there, and I was afraid. I don't want them to do so many bad things to me.

"D-Dro-Droid?" I stammered and handed him the letter. It didn't take long, and I saw a little aggression in his eyes, which immediately disappeared, and he looked at me calmly.

"Sir, your life is in danger. Everyone is your enemy now," Droid said, but I didn't agree with this.

"Just look at this. Someone wrote this to make me scared of him. Yes, maybe it's scary, but this is cowardly. Write it on paper, my god, that's pathetic," I said and put the paper in my pocket. Yes, maybe I was scared, but this whole thing was unnecessary panic.

And when I talked to my parents about it, they praised Droid for being very cautious. Fortunately, they didn't do anything with that letter, but I was still mad.