Craig's/Mini's POV
I wake up from the darkness of sleep to the sound of the television. I guess Tyler and I fell asleep while watching the movie... Speaking of that fuck tard, where is he? I soft snore rings through my ears, answering my question. I turn around in bed and blush at how close he is to me.
Our noses are a hair away from touching and his arms are firmly wrapped around my waist. I try my best to squirm out of this little situation I've found myself in, but Tyler's death grip is too strong to escape. I give up trying and try the next best thing. I have to wake him up.
"Tyler." I whisper while tapping his shoulder. He groans and pulls me closer, making my face grow redder. "T-Tyler!" I whisper/yell with wide eyes. His eyes open a little before they jolt open when he sees the position we're in. Tyler's breath hitches as he jumps back in surprise, falling off of the bed with a loud 'thud'.
I burst into a fit of laughter as he groans in pain. I roll out of bed and walk over to him, unable to stop laughing. I extend my hand to him, which he lazily grabs. I help him up, a tint of pink on both of our faces. "I-I'm so sorry, Craig. I don't know why I was holding you like that. I've never done that before..." Tyler apologizes to me, stretching his limbs.
"It's okay... At least I'm safe with you holding on to me at night because you have a grip of fucking steel." I joke, trying to make he situation less awkward. He giggles before making his way to the tiny kitchen the hotel has provided us. Tyler opens one of the cabinets and grabs a box of cereal, two spoons, two cups, and two bowls, placing them all on the kitchen island.
I sit on one of the stools and pull one of the bowls and cups over to me while Tyler grabs the and some orange juice from the refrigerator. He pours both of us a glass of O.J and fills both of the bowls with milk. He dumps cereal in both of our bowls before putting everything back where they belong and sitting next to me with his breakfast.
"Thank you." I smile as I dig in. "You're welcome." Tyler replies, following suit. We sit there in a peaceful silence, forgetting all earlier events of this morning while stuffing our faces with cereal. Once we're finished, I take both of our bowls and put them in the sink.
"So, what do you want to do today?" I ask, turning on the faucet and cleaning the dishes. Tyler gets up and walks over to me, standing behind me and watching me clean. "I don't know, but we need to get you out of this hotel and to a safer place. It won't be long until The Crew finds out we're here." He explains. I flinch at the mention of The Crew and sigh, finishing the dishes and turning the faucet off.
"There is no safe place from them. They're going to find us and kill us both unless you just stay out of it." I spit before turning away from the sink to face him, our faces dangerously close to each other. A tint of pink rises to my cheeks, but I keep my face straight so he can see how serious I am about this. "Craig... You already know that's not going to happen. I'm here to protect you whether you like it or not. If you doubt my abilities than I will be more than glad to prove you wrong." Tyler says, looking me dead in the eye.
I take in a deep breath, hanging my head and letting it out. "I don't doubt your abilities. I know you could probably take them all at once and win without a scratch, but they're still on the streets for a reason. They're smart." I say, moving Tyler out of the way and walking towards the bedroom and sitting on the bed. He follows me and sits right next to me. "Just don't worry about it, okay? Once we get you to court and The Crew in prison, you won't have to worry anymore. You
won't have to worry about being killed. You won't have to worry about going before the judge. And you won't have to worry about me being up your ass all of the time." Tyler assures me with a goofy smile.
I repeat his little lecture in my head and sigh at the last part. I don't mind him being here. I love it when he's with me. I was always alone in my little apartment, and now I have someone to keep me company. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose him. He keeps me safe and happy. No one else has been able to do that for me. Do I want this to end? Do I want The Crew to go to prison? Do I want Tyler to leave me? No... I don't.
A pair of fingers snap in front of my face, freeing me from my daze. "Are you okay, Craig?" Tyler asks me with worry. I look up at him and smile. "Yeah." I giggle before jumping out of bed and to the door. Tyler raises an eyebrow at me. "Woah, what's with the sudden mood change?" He questions while looking at me up and down for an answer. "Don't worry about it! Let's just go do something fun!" I squeal like a little kid. Tyler smiles and joins me at the door, racing me to the parking lot.Eyyyy, it's been awhile since I updated this one! Welp, I hope you enjoy it! It may be a little down-to-Earth at the moment, but it'll get more action as the story goes along, so done worry! Thanks for reading! Buh Bai!!!
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BodyGuard ~MiniCat
FanfictionTyler, an undercover agent for the CIA, is assigned a job as a bodyguard for a man named Craig Thompson. Craig Thompson isn't famous or special, but he knows some information about Los Santos' most feared gang that is extremely important to both the...