Dogs Of War (MiniCat)

~Chapter 1~

A/N: If anyone wants to make me a cover for this fanfic, it would be MUCH appreciated. I gave up trying because cropping was annoying and Wattpad didn't crop my other cover pic how I wanted it to be and it looked like shit. So I'm open for any takers. Anyway thanks! 

Craig's pov

Tyler and I drove everywhere today. We went to the stores, a boardwalk and went out for lunch. We didn't vlog it for youtube because we decided not to. "Wanna know what sucks?" Tyler asked as I drove us back to my house. "What?" I asked. "When your girlfriend dumps you, then texts you saying 'she made a mistake' and wants you back. Like really? Bitch no." He said. "Huh, I wouldn't know. I've been single for the past years." I said with sly smile on my face. "Living the single life ain't all that bad, and don't take her back. You don't need someone like that in your life." I said. He looked at me like I hurt him. "Sorry.. I know your breakup is still recent but still. If she is going to pull that bullshit on you, then don't respond or go back for her." I said trying to sound more sincere. He nodded understanding where I was coming from. 

The drive wasn't long and it was filled with silence after what I said. I hope I didn't hurt him. Maybe I should apologize. 

Pulling into the driveway, we both noticed a man standing outside my door with a suit on. Tyler and I got out of the car. "Um hello?" I asked the guy. "I'm assuming your Craig and that is Tyler?" He asked. "Yes and how do you know our names?" Tyler asked coming closer. "I need you two to fill out these forms and show up next Monday 8 am sharp. If fail to cooperate and we will see otherwise." He said avoiding Tyler's question and handing us the form. I noticed in big bold words at the top saying 'DRAFTED'. "No." I said. War? I couldn't do that. Hell I don't even know how to use a real gun! For fuck sakes, I play videogames for living. My job is YouTube. Not army. Tyler looked at me worried and angry. "What the hell is this? What are you pulling!!?" Tyler yelled getting angry. The man stiffen. "You have till Monday. Otherwise we will get you two our damn selves." He said rudely and left in his car that was parked across the street. 

"The fuck was that?" I said as Tyler and I made our way to the living room. Turning on the T.V, Tyler replied, "Don't know, don't care. Fuck 'em. He's probably bullshitting. Like, who the fuck pulls that shit?" He said sounding even more pissed than before. I flipped channel after channel, till Fox 9 news grabs my attention.

"Many men and women are being drafted into the army. Although government officials won't say why, they do say that whomever shows up to their 'meeting' will receive bonuses."

I looked over at Tyler, who was shocked as bad as I was. "We need to go." He said. "What about YouTube?" I asked. He sighed. "The world will know. Not to mention all our friends will probably get drafted." He replied. "What about Dathi or Bryan? They don't live in the U.S" I said. "Then they're lucky." He said with a long sigh. 

We talked about it later on and called up practically everyone. Sure enough, all our friends were drafted. Except Dathi, Bryan and Evan. Evan is in Canada and the borders are closed. "Well... Let's just sleep. We can pack our things tomorrow and call up family and say our goodbyes I guess." I said with a heavy sigh. 

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The next morning I heard a loud bag on our door. When I opened it, it was the same man from the night before. "Look we're coming just give us till Monday." I said. "Change of plans, the meeting is today. You have 30 minutes to pack your bags and call whomever you need to call." He said in a monotone voice. Sighing I left the door open to invite himself in. I went upstairs and woke up Tyler.

"Sorry man. Duty calls."