Becoming Mrs. Seguin

Chapter 18- New Beginning

Christine's POV

I felt something wet against my cheek the next morning, causing me to shift my body to the other side. The thing was, I couldn't move because something heavy rested on top of me. What in the world? My eyes fluttered open to see a huge dog staring straight at me.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, but then suddenly realized that it was just Marshall. I had forgotten that I was over at Tyler's. Speaking of Tyler, did he even come home last night? At that moment, I heard a door open and then footsteps rushing towards me. It was Tyler. And he did not look too well.

"Are you ok?! What happened?", he asked frantically.

"I just got freaked out when I saw Marshall on top of me. Sorry if I woke you up," I explained.

"That's ok. I was just going to-".

Tyler paused and just stood there, clutching his stomach. Sweat began to form on his forehead as he dashed to the bathroom. The next thing I knew, he was vomiting into the toilet. My face scrunched up at the sound of it. Tyler must've had a pretty bad hangover.

I decided to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat for breakfast. Freddy finally woke up and came out of his bedroom. He looked at the closed bathroom door and shook his head, knowing all too well what his roommate was doing in there.

"You see what I have to put up with everyday?", he said in an irritated tone, walking over to me.

"Oh come on, he can't be that bad," I replied lightly, defending Tyler.

"Well, most of the time. I'm Freddy Bender by the way. You must be Christine, right?", he asked.

"Yup. It's nice to finally meet you, Freddy," I said with a smile.

As we were making pancakes, I got to know Freddy better. He was a hockey player for Wentworth Institute of Technology in Boston. His other hobbies included the guitar and singing. I was surprised when he told me that he didn't have a girlfriend. In the end, it was because he wanted to wait until he found the right girl.

"You know Ty has a thing for you, right?", he remarked with a grin.

"We're just friends," I replied, slightly blushing.

While Freddy and I were eating, Tyler showed up in a pair of khaki shorts and a dark gray tshirt. Taking a shower sure made him look a lot better than he did a while ago. The stubble from his chin had been shaved off, too. Freddy went to go shower after he had finished his food, leaving me alone with Tyler.

The both of us ate in silence and then Tyler offered to wash the dishes. I had no idea why he was being all quiet this morning. Once Freddy finished using the bathroom, I went to shower, putting on a coral-colored summer dress afterwards. My hair was up in a French braid with a thin silver headband.

Freddy had already left and Tyler was sitting on the couch watching TV with Marshall when I came out. He scooted over to make room for me and I sat down next to him. Why wasn't Tyler talking to me? I was about to ask him what was going on when he finally spoke.

"Christine, you have no idea how sorry I am about what happened last night. I know you're really mad and-".

"Tyler, it's ok. I'm not mad," I quickly interrupted. He gave me an inquisitive look.

"You're not?"

"No. To be honest, I thought the whole situation was just plain funny. Growing up with the captain of the football team as my older brother, I got used to seeing guys get drunk. They end up doing crazy things without even knowing it. You never meant to do what you did. It was just the alcohol," I told him.