девятка! Devyatka! (I Want It!)
The Jealous Ex-Boyfriend
2013 (Post Tyler Trade)
Brad dropped Tyler off at the airport. He leaned in to give him a long kiss in farewell. It would be their last for a while. Tyler was in tears, but he slowly turned his back on Brad and walked into the airport. He made it to his flight and sat down. He dropped his head into his hands and sobbed. He didn’t want to go to Dallas.
“Alas, your flight has arrived. We will begin boarding immediately. First class may line up first.”
Tyler got to his feet, wiping his eyes. He walked over to the gate and stood there, watching the people getting off. Then he followed a few people into the connector and entered the plane. He took his seat and put his headphones in.
Dallas.
He was going to Dallas. In Texas. That was three and half hours away by plane and even longer by car!! (29 hours)
But he couldn’t think about it. He was going there whether he liked it or not. He wanted to play hockey and so the only way that was possible, was if he went to Dallas and learned to live with the circumstances and his new life and new teammates.
He arrived in Dallas and exited the direct flight. He walked through the airport and headed outside. Jamie Benn, his new friend was waiting for him. He walked up to the car and got in. Jamie was beaming at him. He just stared at the man.
“Hi, ready for this?”
“Let’s prove ‘em wrong, right?” Tyler remarked, half meaning it.
Jamie nodded. They zoomed out out the Dallas airport and onto the highway. Because the trip to Jamie’s house was about twenty minutes, the two conversed with one another. And by the end, Tyler was smiling and enjoying himself.
Back in Boston, Brad sat in his driver’s seat in the normal traffic. The time made him think about Tyler and all that the two of them had been through. From the Bru-Tang Clan to winning the Cup to almost winning it again in 2013. He cherished the time he’d had with the young lad and hoped that everything would turn out fine.
He made it back to his condo place and sat down, exhausted on the couch. On the table to the side, his eyes landed on two framed pictures of him and Tyler. One was of their time at a bar in Boston, during the Stanley Cup celebration. They were shirtless and having the time of their life. Their arms were wrapped around each other like best friends. And they were.
Behind it was another picture. This one was a special one. It was a photoshoot done sometime in 2011. Brad and Tyler wore matching shirts and were styling Bru-Tang shirts as well as some other Bruins and Boston stuff.
But now, Brad would have to carry on without his “Segs.” There would be no more photoshoots or best friend moments. They couldn’t share Cup victories and it really stuck Brad in the heart like a dagger.
He received the text from Tyler soon, telling Brad that he’d arrived in Dallas. He also said how much he missed Brad and the pest agreed. It was going to be rough, especially when Dallas and Boston met in the regular season.
Brad learned about Tyler’s new linemates, the Captain of the Stars and also a rookie from Russia. He was supposed to center them and throughout the preseason they lit it up together. When they hit the ice for the regular season, the effort and the skill carried over. They were a hot line. It made Brad extremely jealous.
He knew he had to do something. And it seemed to start - at least in his mind at the time - with the Russian kid. He had to get rid of him. (This is around the time when Tyler broke up with Brad and started seeing Jamie more. Jamie and Tyler were starting to fall madly in love with one another.)
2010
Kazakhstan
Brad Marchand blinked awake. His head hurt from the shocking clobber from the kid, but he blinked away the pain and scrambled to his feet. He found his gun and snatched it up. He shoved it into the waist of his pants and stared in the direction, toward the trees in fury.
“Dammit! Little fucker!” he growled to himself.
He held his head, as another wave of pain flooded through him. He knew he couldn’t go after him. He’d failed in his quest. He’d have to find another way to get rid of the Russian. Besides, he was certain that the guy was long gone by now. Half of him had a belief that Val didn’t survive and had maybe found nothing but a barren desert. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Val Nichushkin was a smart Russian kid and chances were that he’d found safety.
“Fucking Tyler!” Brad grumbled, as he turned and headed back to the camp.
Abdul and Alexander were laughing with one another, but stopped and frowned when Brad stumbled into view. They rushed to him and helped him to the house, where they cleaned him up and gave him a bag of ice for his throbbing head.
“Well...did you kill the Russian?”
“No, Abdul, I did not. He escaped.” Brad groaned.
Alexander put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You want us to go after him?”
“Nah. He’s either dead or safe. Either way, I don’t give a shit anymore.”
“Then what are you going to do?” Abdul questioned.
Brad shook his head gently back and forth. He wasn’t sure what to do. He just wanted to teach Tyler a lesson. The bastard had broken his heart and now he wanted to break Tyler’s. It suddenly dawned on him that if he had taken out the Russian, what good would it have done as vengance? I mean, Tyler and Jamie didn’t know him yet...what good would it have done to kill the boy? He was feeling better all of a sudden.
“I need to get back to the present day, boys. Thanks for the help, but I’m afraid this is a good bye. I’m sorry things didn’t work out, but I am thankful for your help.”
“You mean the future?”
“Yes. It is time that I return to the Bruins and prepare to take on the Dallas Stars. This time I won’t fail and I’ve got a new idea.”
“What?”
Brad smirked as he exclaimed, “I’m going to hurt Jamie Benn!”
(Run Jamie!!)
Brad dropped Tyler off at the airport. He leaned in to give him a long kiss in farewell. It would be their last for a while. Tyler was in tears, but he slowly turned his back on Brad and walked into the airport. He made it to his flight and sat down. He dropped his head into his hands and sobbed. He didn’t want to go to Dallas.
“Alas, your flight has arrived. We will begin boarding immediately. First class may line up first.”
Tyler got to his feet, wiping his eyes. He walked over to the gate and stood there, watching the people getting off. Then he followed a few people into the connector and entered the plane. He took his seat and put his headphones in.
Dallas.
He was going to Dallas. In Texas. That was three and half hours away by plane and even longer by car!! (29 hours)
But he couldn’t think about it. He was going there whether he liked it or not. He wanted to play hockey and so the only way that was possible, was if he went to Dallas and learned to live with the circumstances and his new life and new teammates.
He arrived in Dallas and exited the direct flight. He walked through the airport and headed outside. Jamie Benn, his new friend was waiting for him. He walked up to the car and got in. Jamie was beaming at him. He just stared at the man.
“Hi, ready for this?”
“Let’s prove ‘em wrong, right?” Tyler remarked, half meaning it.
Jamie nodded. They zoomed out out the Dallas airport and onto the highway. Because the trip to Jamie’s house was about twenty minutes, the two conversed with one another. And by the end, Tyler was smiling and enjoying himself.
Back in Boston, Brad sat in his driver’s seat in the normal traffic. The time made him think about Tyler and all that the two of them had been through. From the Bru-Tang Clan to winning the Cup to almost winning it again in 2013. He cherished the time he’d had with the young lad and hoped that everything would turn out fine.
He made it back to his condo place and sat down, exhausted on the couch. On the table to the side, his eyes landed on two framed pictures of him and Tyler. One was of their time at a bar in Boston, during the Stanley Cup celebration. They were shirtless and having the time of their life. Their arms were wrapped around each other like best friends. And they were.
Behind it was another picture. This one was a special one. It was a photoshoot done sometime in 2011. Brad and Tyler wore matching shirts and were styling Bru-Tang shirts as well as some other Bruins and Boston stuff.
But now, Brad would have to carry on without his “Segs.” There would be no more photoshoots or best friend moments. They couldn’t share Cup victories and it really stuck Brad in the heart like a dagger.
He received the text from Tyler soon, telling Brad that he’d arrived in Dallas. He also said how much he missed Brad and the pest agreed. It was going to be rough, especially when Dallas and Boston met in the regular season.
Brad learned about Tyler’s new linemates, the Captain of the Stars and also a rookie from Russia. He was supposed to center them and throughout the preseason they lit it up together. When they hit the ice for the regular season, the effort and the skill carried over. They were a hot line. It made Brad extremely jealous.
He knew he had to do something. And it seemed to start - at least in his mind at the time - with the Russian kid. He had to get rid of him. (This is around the time when Tyler broke up with Brad and started seeing Jamie more. Jamie and Tyler were starting to fall madly in love with one another.)
2010
Kazakhstan
Brad Marchand blinked awake. His head hurt from the shocking clobber from the kid, but he blinked away the pain and scrambled to his feet. He found his gun and snatched it up. He shoved it into the waist of his pants and stared in the direction, toward the trees in fury.
“Dammit! Little fucker!” he growled to himself.
He held his head, as another wave of pain flooded through him. He knew he couldn’t go after him. He’d failed in his quest. He’d have to find another way to get rid of the Russian. Besides, he was certain that the guy was long gone by now. Half of him had a belief that Val didn’t survive and had maybe found nothing but a barren desert. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Val Nichushkin was a smart Russian kid and chances were that he’d found safety.
“Fucking Tyler!” Brad grumbled, as he turned and headed back to the camp.
Abdul and Alexander were laughing with one another, but stopped and frowned when Brad stumbled into view. They rushed to him and helped him to the house, where they cleaned him up and gave him a bag of ice for his throbbing head.
“Well...did you kill the Russian?”
“No, Abdul, I did not. He escaped.” Brad groaned.
Alexander put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You want us to go after him?”
“Nah. He’s either dead or safe. Either way, I don’t give a shit anymore.”
“Then what are you going to do?” Abdul questioned.
Brad shook his head gently back and forth. He wasn’t sure what to do. He just wanted to teach Tyler a lesson. The bastard had broken his heart and now he wanted to break Tyler’s. It suddenly dawned on him that if he had taken out the Russian, what good would it have done as vengance? I mean, Tyler and Jamie didn’t know him yet...what good would it have done to kill the boy? He was feeling better all of a sudden.
“I need to get back to the present day, boys. Thanks for the help, but I’m afraid this is a good bye. I’m sorry things didn’t work out, but I am thankful for your help.”
“You mean the future?”
“Yes. It is time that I return to the Bruins and prepare to take on the Dallas Stars. This time I won’t fail and I’ve got a new idea.”
“What?”
Brad smirked as he exclaimed, “I’m going to hurt Jamie Benn!”
(Run Jamie!!)
Notes
Um....wow....Marchy, you got problems dude.
RUN JAMIE!!!! :O
Next up: Great....it's Boston VS Dallas!
Stupid. Congrats for beating out Stephanie Meyer and EL James as the worst writer in history
2/22/15