Ready For Love : Tyler Seguin Fan Fiction

What are you doing here, Tyler?

I am startled awake out of a deep sleep when the doorbell goes off. I fall off of the edge of the bed and land on my hip. "Ouch!" I yell out in pain. 'Who the hell could that be?' I think to myself as I stand up off the floor and walk through the house to the front door. I reluctantly open the door and the sun hits my face and I can barely open my eyes. I close my left eye and squint with my right to see if I can focus on the person standing in front of me. "Can I help you?" I try to say in the least snotty way possible but I don't think I succeeded. My hip is still throbbing from landing on it.

"Amy? I'm sorry, did I wake you?" he chuckles as I shield my eyes from the sun to get a better look at him. "You like that guy?" he asks as he motions to my Bobby Ryan jersey with his head. I look down and realize I am only wearing this jersey and some boxers I stole from some guy I met in Ireland. I must look like a mess.

I rub my eyes and open them wide. "Oh my god, Tyler, is that you? What are you doing here? How did you find me?" I question.

"I might have asked my mom to ask your mom for your address," he confesses, "it sounds kind of stalkerish when I say it out loud like that."

I laugh. "You're looking good. I guess Boston is treating you well."

He shakes his head in disgust. "I play in Dallas now. I'm hurt you haven't been keeping up with my career."

"I'm still mad at you for leaving like you did," I say as I look at the ground.

He takes a few steps towards me and wraps his arms around me bringing me in for a hug. I hesitate at first but put my arms around him and lean my head on his shoulder. "I know you are and I'm sorry."

I let go but he continues to hold me. "Was that you staring at me last night?" I ask.

I can feel the corners of his mouth curl up into a smile from his head resting on mine. "Maybe."

My arms dangle at my sides while Tyler continues to hug me. He always used to do this. I would always let go first. "Are you going to let go?"

"Not yet. I have 6 years to make up for." He squeezes me tightly and then lets go.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd never ask." I playfully push him before I step aside to let him inside. He walks past me and I close the door behind us. He walks into our living room and sits down on the couch.

"Make yourself at home," I say sarcastically. "I should probably put clothes on."

"You look fine," he says with a smile, "even in that jersey. I need to get you into one of mine."

I walk into the living room and sit down on one of the chairs that faces the couch. "I feel like I should at least put pants on," I say as I look down at my exposed thighs due to the shortness of the boxers.

"Not like I haven't seen it all before," he says with a smile ear to ear. He knows how embarrassed I am about that.

"That was one time!" I shriek, "I thought the door was locked." This one time I think we were around 16 we had plans to go out to the movies and I was getting ready. Tyler had a habit of just showing up even if he was an hour or so earlier than what time we had discussed. I had just gotten out of the shower and was in my room listening to some music. I turned the volume up when my favorite song came on and stepped up on my bed and proceeded to sing into my brush along with the music. I was half jumping up and down and half trying to mimic the dance routine from the music video when Tyler walked into the room. I dropped down onto my butt and quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around me but it was too late. He saw everything.