My Name Is... Olivia

Chapter 18

With yet another very boring Wednesday on my plate, I headed out for some adventure. I headed out to Tyler's house. Every time I'm over at his house, he's either watching hockey or playing it virtually. When I got to his front door, I had to wait outside for a few minutes because he couldn't pause his game in the middle of the third period. Or so he says.

When Tyler finally came to the door and I walked into his house, the first thing he asked me was: "Rangers and Bruins?"

I shook my head. "I'd rather just watch you play," I confessed.

"Oh," Tyler sighed. "Then Bruins and Leafs are playing tonight. Change of schedule!" he yelled heading back to his comfy couch.

I followed him to the couch and sat beside him. Before he started the game, Tyler asked me again, "Are you sure you don't want to play? It's not too late to change the teams."

I shook my head again. "I don't really feel in the mood to whoop your ass."

Instead of continuing on with his game, Tyler dropped his controller and looked at me. "Are you alright, Olivia?" he inquired.

"Yeah why do you ask?"

"You're a bit confused." He placed his hand on his chest. "I think I'm the one that always does the ass whooping."

"Just play your damn game," I advised.

Tyler continued to stare at me. "Is this all about Dougie?" Tyler inquired.

"No," I lied. I did my best to look anywhere but at Tyler. But his gaze didn't falter from me and I began to become agitated. "Okay fine!" I yelled looking back at Tyler. "It is about him!"

"Are you worried or...?" he trailed off.

I buried my head between my legs. "Honestly, I don't know!" I hollered. I sat straight up. "I just... I can't fathom how I'm feeling. It's a sense of embarrassment and a sense of guilt, but there's also a small pang of hope within all the feelings," I did my best to explain it to Tyler.

"You're confused now?" Tyler asked. I nodded. Tyler smirked and turned back to the television. "Just wait until Adam asks you to- Oh shit," he cursed.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "What was that Tyler?" I questioned.

Tyler flicked his hand towards me and continued playing his game, pretending that he didn't say anything. "Nothing. Don't sweat it," he said.

I stood up from my love seat and sat beside Tyler on his couch. "I think you may have not heard me. What did you say? Or rather, what were you going to say?" I inquired.

Tyler shook his head. "Again, it doesn't matter," he restated.

"I think you may underestimate the power I have at the arena and the team. You don't want to be traded right now, would you?" I asked him.

"That would be unfortunate but under the circumstances, I may be alright with that deal," Tyler agreed.

"Tyler," I spoke with authority.

Tyler paused his game halfway through the first period. He put the controller beside him on the couch. "Look," he said, "in the emotional state that you are at now, I don't believe it's in your best interest to hear the end of my sentence. Nor, do I think you can even be able to understand it."

I shoved Tyler lightly. "Try me," I challenged.

Tyler looked me straight in the eye and told me, "Adam... is going to propose. He wants to be your husband," Tyler explained.