All I got is time, but not enough left to waste it. But life ain't a race, got to learn how to pace it.

Todo lo que tengo es tiempo, pero no el suficiente como para malgastarlo. Pero la vida no es una carrera, hay que aprender a llevarla a su ritmo.

This is for @isthereamooninthiscountry for her request for Tyler meeting one of mike stud’s model friend and he winds up being super interested in her because she’s hot but she also doesn’t know who he is and he winds up wanting to know her more

Feel free to send in requests guys, I love writing Tyler but I can also do other hockey players as well!

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He had seen her at one of mikes infamous parties, she wasn’t doing anything special, just standing there talking to a group of girls and guys, probably mikes other friends. Tyler never asked about girls, never chased them they always came to him and he never had problems having them come home with him.

But that night she didn’t even spare him a glance, too busy taking drinks from her friends and laughing and watching them play beer bong in Mike’s backyard. Tyler really had tried, he had tried to look at other woman, tried talking them up and flirting but then she would walk by in her low cut halter top and tight jeans. Her brown hair in a high pony tail making her eyes which were underlined with black look a lot fuller and more...prominent. It was her smile that did the hockey player in, she had a shy smile to her but when she laughed he watched as it spread through her whole face making her light up and cover her mouth. 

It was when he was coming out of the bathroom and she was waiting to use it was when he had the pleasure of meeting her. 

“Oh, sorry didn’t think anyone was waiting…” He looked up at her and saw her smiling back at him.

“It’s okay, the other bathrooms were taken as well, this was the one furthest from the crazy. I love Mike but his parties are always overwhelming.” Tyler nodded but he was captivated by how soft her voice was. Everything about her was soft and petite and just...feminine and honestly he was feeling it.

“I’m Tyler, Tyler seguin.” He stuck out his hand making her giggle and shake it. Her nails were painted a blush pink making Tyler curse at himself for taking notice, he really was starting to sound like a stalking in his head.

“You say your name like I’m supposed to know who you are.” He was taken back, most people knew who he was but she, the way she had said it struck his ego, like she had never heard of him or Dallas Stars or hockey in general. He watched as she cocked her head to the side.

“Well if you’ll excuse me,” She pushed past him and closed the bathroom door making Tyler stare at the spot where she was. Instead of waiting for her he went back downstairs to find Mike and ask him who the hell she was.

“Oh, the cute brunette, kind of tall? Dark brown eyes?” Tyler nodded.

“That’s a Y/n. She’s a friend of mine, she’s done some video shoots for a couple of videos and has done a lot of modeling In Italy. She recently came back this year.” It made sense as to why she was gorgeous, but as Tyler searched the rest of the party for her to talk to her more, he realized he was too late she must’ve left and he never felt dumber then he had in that moment.

Days had passed, he went back to practice and hockey but some nights he couldn’t get her out of his head, the softness of her voice or the way she had smiled at him. Maybe it was the way she had no idea of who he was or how she had no interest in him that made Tyler call Mike and beg for her number.

“Dude, really? She’s hot but geez Seggs I didn’t think you’d be this smitten.”

“Are you going to give me her number or not?” Tyler knew how this all sounded but he just wanted to know if he was going to have a chance or not.

“I won’t give you her number cause I don’t know which phone she’s using right now but I’ll give you her instagram.” It was better than nothing.

Which is how Tyler found himself sitting on his couch, all three dogs on the floor asleep by his feet, an old episode of friends playing in the background as he stared at his instagram staring at her profile, her photo one of her smiling into the camera in front of the Colosseum in Rome. Her profile was public so he had already scrolled through, looking at the different places she’s been. Rome, Paris, some places in Germany he couldn’t pronounce. Then she had some photos of her photo shoots, some for clothes, some for bathing suits, even one here and there for italian cars. She seemed to be laughing in a lot of her photos which he assumed were behind the scenes shots. 

Sighing, he felt the nerves in his stomach as he pressed follow on her profile and then locked his phone. He didn’t want to wait for a follow back or if she even noticed that he had followed her.

Another hour or so had past and he was about to call it a night when his phone lit up with an instagram notification. He tried not to jump at it but he quickly unlocked the phone and opened the app immediately pressing his dm’s and he felt his nerves come back.

There was a message from her at the top of the Dm’s. He pressed it and laughed to himself.

It wasn’t anything intense just a simple ‘So you finally found me?’ with a blushy face. 

Tyler immediately responded whether or not it made him seem desperate.

‘Were you waiting for me?’  

‘It’s not every day a cute hockey player strikes up a conversation but doesn’t get my number let alone my name.’

So she did know who he was.

‘I thought you didn’t know who I was?’ 

‘I never said that, you gotta listen Tyler, you’re not the only one in the conversation.’ She sent a winky face at the end. Oh hell yeah, he could definitely get used to her. When he didn’t respond right away she sent another message.

‘So when you going to ask for my number and ask me out, MIke might’ve mentioned something.’ Tyler felt himself blush even though there was no one around.

‘You want to give me your number so I can ask you out?’ She immediately responded with her number.

‘I’m a photo shoot tonight, call me tomorrow, shoot your shot all star.” Tyler saved the number to his phone and closed the app. Laying back down on the couch, a lot less tense then before, he sighed and closed his eyes.

I ain't saying that I miss you babe

I'm waving the white flag of me and you baby

We were made out of glass

I'm waving the white flag

Saying too much shit

That we can't take back

I'ma run away

I'm running somewhere

Far away from here

I'm running somewhere far away from you