Ready For Love : Tyler Seguin Fan Fiction

Tyler's Starts Skating

I'm going to kill him. I'm going to fly down to Dallas and wrap my hands around his neck and strangle him. He started skating today. It's too early. He could barely walk just 3 days ago and now he's skating. I haven't talked to him yet. He's still at practice. I just happen to be looking around Twitter and people started saying he's skating and there are pictures and everything. I just worry about him so much. He's so hard headed. I'm actually mad at the Stars for letting him come back so early. He's way ahead of schedule. He could seriously hurt himself out there.

My phone starts going off and it's Tyler. "Yeah?" I say into the phone as I accept the call.

"Yeah? Is that how you answer the phone now?" Tyler asks, a little taken aback.

"Only on special occasions."

"It is a special occasion. I started skating today."

"Yeah, I heard," I mumble.

"You don't sound happy for me."

"Because I know you're not ready."

"My team needs me."

"I need you not to be crippled for the rest of your life. And finding out on Twitter instead of from you was the worst part of it all."

"Stop being so dramatic."

"Oh I'll show you dramatic." I end the call. I don't want to talk about this right now. He is going to get hurt and I'm already a nervous wreck over his injury. He tries calling me back and I don't answer. I can't talk to him right now. I'm too pissed off.

Tyler : don't be mad. I'm fine

Amy : you're stubborn

Tyler : no really, I'm good

Amy : your knee didn't look good when you were here. that was only 3 days ago

Tyler : please call me back

Amy : not right now

Tyler : I'm going to call you when I get home from practice. I hope you answer

I know it doesn't take that long for him to get home from practice and I'm not sure if I will be ready to talk to him so soon. I know I shouldn't be mad at him but he just worries me. I guess he deserves to know why I'm acting like this. I don't want to waste more time being mad or fighting. We've done so much of that lately. He's the one that's injured. I'm sure this isn't easy on him. I'm supposed to be the supportive girlfriend but instead I am giving him a hard time. It's just because I love him and want what's best for him. I have to let him make his own decisions, though, even though they're completely bone headed.

My phone goes off and it's Tyler. I answer right away. I'm tired of playing games and being angry. I just want him to know how worried he makes me. "Hey," I say.

"No yeah this time?" he asks.

"No, not this time."

"I don't want you to worry."

"Well that's impossible. I can't stop worrying about you. I love you, you idiot."

"They wouldn't let me play unless it was safe."

"I want to believe that but I saw you the other day. You could barely walk let alone skate."

"It's not like I'm skating full speed up and down the rink. It just means I'm on skates. It's a step in the right direction. It's a good thing."

"I was watching that game when you got hit. Seeing you go down like that was one of the scariest moments of my life. I just don't want anything like that to happen again. I couldn't handle it."

"I know it was scary. It scared me too. I just want to get back to playing."

"Yeah I know you do."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were going to be skating. I hate that I found out on Twitter," I complain.

"Sorry about that," he replies.

"I just really hate to be the last to know about what's going on with my own boyfriend."

"I don't like it when you're mad at me."

"Yeah I know, I'm pretty unpleasant when I'm mad. I wasn't mad anyway, just scared."

"I'll be careful. I promise."

"I heard from Harold this morning about my trip to LA to see that pilot getting shot. We're going to be leaving on the 2nd and coming back on the 6th," I say, changing the subject.

"Do you have to refer to him and you as we?"

"What else am I supposed to call us? I thought you were ok with him now. You guys were getting along at the exhibition."

"He's still scum."

"Sorry I brought it up."

"Don't be. I'm happy for you. It's just that the thought of you and him hanging out together just makes my skin crawl for some reason."

"That's how I feel when you hang out with your Boston friends so now you know how I feel."

"Yeah but there's not a chance my Boston friends are going to try to fuck me."

"Harold has never made a move on me. You have nothing to worry about. And I'm not so sure about Mike. He might want to fuck you." I giggle at my own joke.

"That's not funny."

"You're not allowed to hang out with Mike anymore. I don't trust him. He's going to try something."

"Alright, alright. I get it. I'll drop the whole thing."

"Thank you."

"Jamie is here. We're going to watch the game. We'll talk soon."

"Ok, Ty, just take care of yourself. I love you."

"Love you too, babe."

I hate hanging up with him. I start missing him immediately. I want to be with him all of the time. I know even if I lived with him that wouldn't be the case. I would get to see him a heck of a lot more than I get to see him now, though. I know that's something he wants but I just can't seem to wrap my head around the idea of actually going through with it. We haven't actually had a real conversation about it anyway. He always brings it up when he's drunk. I just want to be near him to make sure he's ok.