Still Grace's P.O.V.

My eyes nearly dropped out of my skull!

"My umm...my - my...my what?!" I stammered.

"Your bodyguard!" He laughed, shrugging.

"Bodyguard?" I repeated. I snapped my head up to look at him, "MY FREAKING BODYGUARD?!" I screamed.

Mike stopped laughing, "You don't want a bodyguard?" He asked, he sounded hurt.

"Well I...umm yes! N-no! I...I ugh..." I didn't know how to take it.

"I don't want you getting hurt by no one, when you're with me, your bound to get into some kind of trouble, I want him to protect you..." Mike said quietly looking down at the floor.

"I can look after myself! I don't need some butch dude shadowing my every move! How'd you think I survived with Jason?!" I hated it if people thought I was weak.

"No, Grace! No you can't look after yourself! You don't know how the celebrity life is! It's scary! And it's dangerous! When I was younger, I thought I'd be able to tackle the world on my own. I was wrong Grace! If it wasn't for my bodyguards and other people looking out for me, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead!" He seemed angry.

I immediately felt guilty, he was only protecting me after all.

I walked towards him, "I'm sorry Mikey, I understand that you're looking out for me, I guess I've fought for so long on my own I think I'm invincible, nobody is invincible, we all crumble some time or another..." I kissed his lips and hugged him tight, he hugged me back, "Thank you Mike, I guess I'm just not used to being looked after..."