So yeah, I am so sorry, this one was not exactly requested, I just messed up scenarios a bit. It was supposed to be Break up/ Make up with Tyler Seguin, but I accidentally forgot to write about b.u./m.u. Uh, I hope you still enjoy it and i promise another Tyler Seguin will he posted soon this time with scenario following request.
And for the other requests: working on them, but i have two more exams(one of them is on 2nd July and the second one is on 8th July) and then 2 more in August and i am literally going crazy. But I really try to write something good. So sorry for all the waits!:(
Even though you are young, barely crawled into your twenties, you are known all around Dallas for your bubbly personality, better hockey knowledge than any other guy you know, your charm and most importantly, sarcastic and witty remarks. But how can a girl in her early twenties be known all over a big city like Dallas? Well, hosting live shows every Saturday on a local radio station and being a daughter of one of the richest man in the entire Texas, makes it easier for someone to be recognized around the town.
Your life is about to change when you walk into radio's office and sit down on a cozy couch, waiting for your time to shine.
"Y/N, looking great today," Isaac, one of the sound engineers who is about your age and has been having a crush on you since the day you started working here, greets you, revealing two lines of white teeth.
"Better than you, Is. Where did you get these boots? From your cows?" you grin widely and flip your long thick hair back.
"You know what? Don't insult your family members," he shoots back, pretending to be hurt by your remark.
"I had no idea I was related to you." Puf, another witty remark is thrown at him, but you know you can't insult him. Friendly insulting was on daily basis for you two and it wasn't weird for other people to think you were secretly dating. You like Isaac, but your heart is taken...well, by someone you've never talked before. And that someone is Tyler Seguin, tall Dallas Stars' centre, who you've never spoken before.
"Being related to me would be the best thing ever. Maybe one day we'll get married, who knows?" Isaac smiles, but he sounds hopeful. Yep, he certainly has a crush on you.
"Is-" you sigh, your sarcasm gone-" you know I like you, but only as my friend."
"Yeah, you've mentioned that. Y/N, I have to go. And if I am not mistaken, your show will be on air shortly."
"Sorry, Is. But I know one day you'll find a girl who will love you no matter what. Yes, you are right. See you later, I have to get ready."
"Sure thing. Oh, one more thing, Y/N."
You turn around, looking at him with expectation.
"Actually two. Firstly, I got a call from a friend of mine who works on TV and he wanted to have you your own show. He said your personality deserves much more than a local radio station. Just think about it." he says when you open your mouth and continues:" And secondly, expect unexpected."
He winks at you and walks away, leaving you confused and wondering what the hell did he mean by that.
"Isaac, come back right now and tell me what is going on!"
"Y/N, why are you yelling in the middle of the hallway?" general manager, Layla, asks you, when she opens the door, leading to her office. She seems pretty unhappy, so you decide to keep your famous comments to yourself: "I am so sorry, ma'am. It's nothing."
"Then don't yell for nothing."
As soon as the door close, you roll your eyes and start doing grimaces at the closed door. However, you stop, knowing Layla could open that door anytime and getting caught doing random grimaces at her door wouldn't be fun either.
With Isaac advice still on your mind, you head to the recording room.
"Y/N, we thought you forgot where the recording room is," Dylan, another cheeky bastard and a promising golf player, smiles at you.
"Oh, I thought you forgot where our studio is, considering how much time you spent at random girls' houses," you grin back and smack the back of his head before sitting down on a chair.
"I am ready, niños," you lift both thumbs and stick your tongue out at Isaac and Dylan, who return you a favor of sticking tongues out.
"Well, hello, hello, everyone! This is your favorite radio announcer talking and I hope you're ready to listen to some seeeeeeeriously wicked comments, made by me of course. Before we start, I would just like to say tonight's sky will be full of stars in honor of our beloved hockey team playing. Yeah, you know who am I talking about, don't play stupid. Of course I am talking about Dallas Stars."
You look up and see Dylan signaling you to stop babbling about hockey. You quickly change the theme: "Alrighty then, I believe I should get to more...interesting stuff. And music, of course! 'So, I say thank your for the music...'" you start singing ABBA's song, making boys on the other side burst into unstoppable laughter.
For another thirty minutes you are cracking jokes, ranting about various stuff and even making some remarks about your hometown. It's obvious you are in your own zone and playing your own game.
"Another great show, Y/N," Isaac slaps your shoulder and you exchange a grin.
"Yeah, almost better than our job," Dylan has to add something otherwise he wouldn't be Dylan.
"Shut it, Cowboy," you shush him just before one of the girls, working on telephone lines, calls you: "Y/N, you have an unknown caller on line 3. He says he wants to talk to you, right now."
"Marzia, tell my father I will be back soon."
"It's not your father. It's Tyler Seguin," she whispers the last two words, making you shiver. Tyler Seguin is calling local radio station only to talk to you?
"Give me that phone," you jump forward, ignoring Dylan's wiggling eyebrows and Isaac's weird smile you've never seen on his lips before.
"This is Y/N Y/L/N talking. How can I help you, Mr. Seguin?"
"Hello, Y/N. I know it may look weird but... today was the first time I listened to your show and I loved how comfortable you were. I-I know I may sound a lot like a stalker but... yeah, that's pretty much I wanted to say."
At first you are speechless and in fear you'd say something inappropriate, but then your mind takes over your heart and you somehow manage to say: "I am glad you liked my show, Mr. Seguin. Listeners like you, who appreciate my work, mean a lot to me."
"Please, call me Tyler, I feel old otherwise. And really, your show is hilarious. I have to say other boys to start listening to it. Oh, and...happy birthday."
How the hell did he know you have just crawled into your twenties, that your birthday was two days ago?
"Mr.Seguin-"
"Tyler, please."
"Tyler, how did you know it was my birthday?"
"I got a letter from a co-worker of yours, some dude named Isaac, to send a birthday card to the radio station. He said that you are a huge fan of me."
"I am going to kill him!" Now everything makes sense. Is was being such a good friend he took a chance and wrote a letter to THE Tyler Seguin, asking him to congratulate you.
"Why would you do that? Was he lying? Do you have another favorite player?" he sounds a bit let down, which makes you chuckle: "No, of course not. Isaac knows you are my celebrity crush."
Oh dear lord, did I really say that, you think and mentally facepalm yourself and cut your tongue out for saying silly things like that.
"Is that so?" he asks and surprisingly, he laughs.
"Ignore my stupidity, please. Don't mind my words."
"No, no, no. I will remember them for eternity. Listen, there is another thing and I swear it's not related to that letter. In fact even calling you was my own decision... Would you like to have a dinner with me sometime soon?"
"Don't tell me the great Tyler Seguin is asking me on a date," you say breathlessly, nearly falling on the floor from surprise.
"Well...yeah, it looks like. So...can I call you?"
You tell him your number and run down the halls: "ISAAC! ISAAC, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
"Y/N, for God's sake, stop yelling. We are live with another show," Layla scolds me, but I ignore her and continue running down the hallways. Finally, Isaac hears me: "Jeesh, Y/N, what's wrong? Did you see a spider? Or did you finally hear your voice?"
You plop him a giant kiss on a cheek and squeal: "Tyler Seguin has just asked me out. Thank you so much, Isaac!"
"He did?"
"YES! Thanks, Isaac, for writing him a letter. I owe you ."
You kiss his cheek again before you run back and out of the studio.
A day later your phone rings. Even though it's an unknown number, you answer.
"Hello?"
"Is this miss Y/L/N?"
"Yeah, who's calling?"
"You don't even recognize my voice? Really?"
"Tyler! Didn't expect you'd call me so soon."
"Well, I want to see you as soon as possible."
"Same here. Maybe we should go to Klyde Warren Park?"
"Sounds perfect to me! Will be an hour enough?"
"Thirty will do it."
"See you in thirty then," Tyler laughs on the other side of the line and the sound of his laugh nearly makes you forget your own name.
"Yeah, see you in thirty."
Next fifteen minutes are mostly you running around your room like a hen without a head, looking for an appropriate outfit. At least you decide for a sleeveless T-shirt with a camouflage pattern and brown short. You decide to let your hair out of a ponytail and only mascara to make your eyes look bigger.
~~~
Date with Tyler was the best thing you've ever experienced. You met at Savor, KWP's main restaurant, where you first had a drink together. You felt yourself falling for Tyler with every word he spoke and the same thing applied to him.
After you finished your drinks, you headed hand-in-hand towards the golf green. You used to play golf with your father, so were used to those sticks. But seeing Tyler looking at those sticks like a he'd never seen them before, made you cringe in laughter: "I thought you are familiar with sticks," you announced and squealed as he started playfully chasing you around. You ended your date walking through the park, you hand intertwined and the sweetest kiss you've ever gotten at the end of the date.
Who would've thought a simple phone call for your birthday could start such a wonderful love story like you and Tyler shared, right?
