Loving You (Tyler Seguin) {Sequel to How To Love}

Chapter 2

Tyler's POV

I didn't think that I could get any happier than I already was, but here I am, feeling happier everyday. Everyday that I spend with Amy is better than the last one. There is never a bad moment between us. The only bad moments are when she's at work. But otherwise, it's all smiles, and hugging, and cuddling, and kissing, and being in love.

You'd think that there wouldn't be a big difference between now and before. The only thing that has changed between now and before is that there's an official title to what Amy and I are now. But there is a big difference. Amy is different, and she's different in the best way possible.

Amy is more bubbly, and enthusiastic. She's no longer the dark, and mysterious girl that originally attracted me. But despite that, I still find her to be the most interesting, and intriguing person that I've ever known. I have still not gotten bored with her yet, and I don't think that I ever will.

Amy is also more goofy, romantic, and caring. She takes every opportunity that she gets to tell me that she loves me, or to show me that she loves me. She's trying so hard to be the best girlfriend that she can be, and she's doing a great job at it. I've never been in a relationship like this before.

I thought that I knew everything about love. That's why I tried to teach Amy what love is. But I was wrong. There's so much about love that I don't know, and that I don't fully understand. It's confusing and makes no sense, but it's also exciting to experience these new emotions. And I'm experiencing and learning all these new things about love with Amy.

Right now Amy is in my kitchen, dancing around to the music that she's playing on her phone while making some macaroni. And there's no place else that I'd rather be. I could think of a lot of things that would be more exciting, but nothing would be able to make me happier than being here in my kitchen watching my beautiful, dorky girl dance.

"Stop staring at me," Amy says, throwing a hand towel at my face.

"It's not my fault that you decided to wear short shorts today," I tell her with a chuckle. "It's hard to look away."

"Well it's not my fault that this city is so goddamn hot. Like seriously, I think this shirt is soaked with sweat," she says, grabbing her shirt and airing it out.

"You could always just go shirtless like me," I say, gesturing towards my body.

Amy chuckles. "Ya, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much so," I say with a smirk.

"Yenno what? I'll take it off just because you can't act on your hormones since it's that time of the month," she says.

"That reminds me, I still have to give you your chocolates."

I leave the kitchen, and go into my room. I open up the bottom drawer of my bedside table, grabbing a few of the chocolate bars that are in there. My stash is starting to run low. I'll have to stock up for next month for when Amy goes through this again.

"I got the choc-," I start to say when I return to the kitchen, and see that Amy has taken her shirt off.

"What? Cat got your tongue?," Amy teases.

"This is unfair. You're wearing my favourite bra. Why did you have to get your period today?," I groan, putting down the chocolates.

"Because Mother Nature is cruel, and is like 'Hey, let's make this girl bleed a satanic waterfall, and give her cramps that feel like she's getting punched in the stomach by fucking Mike Tyson'. It's a cruel joke that every girl experiences."

"Satanic waterfall?," I question, bursting out laughing.

"It's that bad," she says. "And until you have a vagina, you'll never know how bad it is."