His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 9*

Quick question, why is Tyler in Edmonton? The last time I checked, he didn't really like Dougie nor did he have family or close friends in Edmonton. Then, why was he here? Shouldn't he have been in Boston for an upcoming Bruins game? Was he even a fan of the World Juniors? He failed to make the team twice... Maybe he was here to cheer Dougie on? I have nothing.

Tyler made his way towards me and stopped in front of me; his body was pressed against mine. "You're actually dating Dougie? When did this happen?" he questioned.

"Well, it actually a long story." Tyler started to eye me. "Well, at the Draft I made a bet with Dougie, one that he proposed. It was if Ryan Murphy was picked in the first round... I owed him a date. As you may know, Ryan Murphy was drafted first overall. So I owed him a date. Which I did tonight." I explained.

"There's more to this story." He said.

"What else am I supposed to say?" I questioned.

Tyler looked to his right then his left. "Does you uncle know about you and Dougie?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nope and I attend to keep it that way." I stated. "So don't you dare tell him." I gave Tyler a frisky shove. Mainly, just to give me some space from him.

"Why do you like Dougie so much? He's basically a smaller, younger version of Zdeno. What's so special about him?" inquired Tyler.

I didn't want Tyler to find out about Dougie and I. There's un-spoken tension with Dougie and Tyler... Tension I've never understood. Actually, I would prefer my uncle find out about Dougie and I than Tyler. "Tyler, does it really matter who I like and who I date?" I questioned.

Tyler nodded, "You're like my litter sister... As your older brother, I'm supposed to protect you. I fell that Dougie will hurt you; I don't want that to happen to you." He alleged.

"He won't hurt me."

I walked into my room, leaving the door open; I wasn't sure if Tyler was going to give me another piece of his mind. I sat down on my bed and took my phone out, hoping to text Dougie without Tyler knowing. Tyler walked in, like I thought he would. "We're not done talking." He took the black leather chair from the desk in my room and sat down on it.

I ignored Tyler. He can talk... I won't listen. "You don't know what Dougie is like. You don't know the true side." He told me.

I looked up from my phone, "The true side?" I questioned.

Tyler nodded, "I spent the summer with him, hanging out, roaming Boston, so on. You should have seen him; the man was a disgusting animal. Dougie would basically check out every girl that passed us. Even if she had a boyfriend... I wanted to slap him. I've never seen anyone like that, especially a hockey player." He enlightened.

You did that, I thought.

"I don't know if you believe me or not. All I am doing is trying to protect you... You make sure that you can be in a long, happy, committed relationship with someone you love. Let me tell you, that guy isn't Dougie. Trust me." I didn't believe what he was saying, but there was some doubt in my mind... Telling me he was speaking the truth.

I shook my head, "Get out," I whispered.

"What?"

"Get out!" I yelled.

Tyler stared at me for a couple of minutes, I glared back at him. He finally got up from the chair and left me to be alone in my room.

I wasn't going to believe anything that Tyler was saying. That didn't sound like Dougie... more Tyler. Totally Tyler. I wouldn't believe for a moment that Tyler and Dougie hung out during the summer. They aren't close; I actually believe that Tyler would try everything to stay away from Dougie for the whole summer.