BodyGuard ~MiniCat

Chapter 3

Craig's/MiniLadd's POV
I woke up and found myself in a hotel room. How the fuck did I wined up here? I heard voices and noticed the TV was on. Okay... What the fuck. How long have I been here? I look around and see a pistol lying on the night stand. I quickly grab it and check to see if it was loaded. Shit! It's empty!
I was about to start looking for some ammo when I heard the door creak open. Fuck it! I pointed the gun at the door and saw a tall man carrying grocery bags walk in, drop his bags, and throw his hands up. "Easy there, Craig." He said, looking me dead in the eye. Wait, he looks familiar... Last night. The Crew! That guy saved me, but why?
"Why did you save me?" I ask shakily, not moving the gun. "It's my job. I'm your bodyguard." He says, stepping closer. "Don't move! Show me your badge!" I demand. He slowly reaches into his pocket and grabs his wallet. He opens it up and pulls out a badge. I dropped the gun and let out a sigh of relief.
"You scared the shit outta me!" I exclaim, sliding a hand through my hair. The man chuckles and picks the grocery bags back up, taking them to the the kitchen island and placing them on the counter. I get a good look at him and take in every detail about him I can.
He is wearing a grey hoodie with the face of an albino tiger on the front. He has dark brown hair, bluish-green eyes, and a smile to kill for. He's also is fucking giant, but an extremely cute one.
"Hey, what's your name?" I ask out of curiosity. "Tyler." He answers with a grin. He places everything he bought in their rightful places in the cupboards and the refrigerator. "So Craig, do you plan on going anywhere today?" Tyler questions. I look at him in thought. Hmm, what should we do today? I would like to go back home, but I'm sure that's out of the question.
       "I don't know, do you have anything on your mind that you would like to go to?" I ask, bored. "Hmm, well. Are you hungry?" Tyler asks. My eyes light up at the thought of food. "Yes, where do you want to go eat? I'm not a picky eater, I'll eat anything." I respond with a huge grin. "I'm not either and I'm not picking." He says with a chuckle.
Well, I haven't been to Starbucks in a while which is surprising for me. "How about Starbucks?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. Tyler smiles, making my heart flutter. "Alrighty then, c'mon." He says as he opens the door to go out. Tyler holds the door and motions me to go through, which I gladly did.
"Thanks." I giggle. "You're welcome." He replies. "Since we don't have a car right now, we're going to have to walk. Is that okay with you?" Tyler questions. "Yep!" I say happily. I prefer to walk anyways. That's why I always walk to my house from work.
Timeskip to Starbucks
I was about to go sit at a table when Tyler stopped me. "I can't have my back turned on you or it will give someone the chance to take you." she states while pulling me in front of him, keeping his hands on my shoulders.
"Aren't you being a little overprotective. It's a public restaurant, you think The Crew is going to try to kidnap me in front of all these people?" I question, not moving from my spot. "That police station was public, an what happened there?" Tyler questions back. He has a good point... I silently nod and hang my head.
Those poor people... It's my fault they're dead. I take a deep breath and let it all out at once. "Don't worry Craig, once we transport you to the court so you can tell them what The Crew looks like, you won't have to deal with this shit any more. No more running, no more hiding, and no more bodyguards." He reassures me. I nod again and now forward in the line to the counter.
"Hello gentlemen, what would you like today?" The man at the register asks. "What do you want?" Tyler whispers to me. "(Insert order here)." I whisper back. He nods and places our orders. I wonder what this guy's name is? I look at the name tag and read the name in my head. Brock, I'll try to remember that next time we come here. You guys need to remember this too! >:-) I do my best to remember his features.
       He's around my height with short hair. I guess that's all I really need to remember other than that goofy smile he's wearing. I giggle to myself before Tyler leads me to a seat. "Craig, our number 24 so please help me remember because I can't remember shit." Tyler jokes while cracking a smile. I laugh and return his smile.
       "Number 24." Brock calls after a few moments of waiting. Tyler and I both stood up and got our food and coffee. We eat and joked around, earning everyone's attention when Tyler started wheezing causing me to fall out of my chair. I got that from a Gmod video of theirs when they were playing with the Dragon Ball Z characters and Vin Double Deasle xD
       Their stares were beginning to feel uncomfortable so we decide to leave. We both throw our trash away and leave the Starbucks, still in hysterics.