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Columbus Part One (Zach Werenski) *Requested*

I was feeling inspired which worked out well...because @juicyhockey asked for something for “sad boi Zach Werenski”. I don’t know how many parts it’ll be yet...Maybe three? We’ll see.

Requested: Technically

Warnings: Nope

Requests: Open

Well Y/N, you thought to yourself, only 15 states left to live in. Pretty good for someone who is only twenty. It was a shame though that this was only the second state you had willingly chosen to live in. Both of your parents had been in the military so you moved around continuously until you turned seven and your life changed. They were on their way home for leave and their plane had been shot from the sky.

You’d been placed in the system...where you moved from place to place, state to state until at age 16 you’d had enough. You had chose to leave the system and strike out on your own. It was one of the hardest things you’d ever done and for a while you really struggled. But you did it. You earned your GED and worked three jobs to make ends meet. You’d taken online college classes and at age 19 had received a full ride Ohio State based on academics.

So here you were, starting over...again...in Ohio. The university had included a small one bedroom apartment within your scholarship, and you had gratefully accepted since it came with everything you needed. You’d arrived in Columbus from Nowhere, Oklahoma. That was the actual name of the town you’d lived in before...it wasn’t even really a town. You’d had to drive 15 minutes to get to a stoplight...and thirty minutes to get to an actual town. But you’d lived with a widow who just wanted company and needed help with chores around the house. So you’d lived rent free and were able to save all the money earned from your waitressing job.

Ms. Jackson had encouraged you to apply to school and once you’d been accepted she had happily decided to move to a retirement community in Tulsa. She would have her own space, a maintenance man, and a small garden, which according to her was all an old woman could want. You had purchased her car from her for $500 plus the price of dropping her off in Tulsa. She was the closest you’d ever had to a grandmother and one of about six contacts in your phone. Living with her for those seven months had been one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

You looked over your relatively empty apartment. You’d arrived in Columbus two hours ago and already had unpacked your meager possessions. The closet was not even halfway full, there were no dishes in the kitchen, no decorations in the living room save a picture in a vintage frame of you and Ms. Jackson that she had gifted you. Your bedside table had two pictures of you and your parents one on a beach in Hawaii when you were five and the other at the Grand Canyon in Arizona...the last state you’d lived in with them.

“Maybe I should go to the store,” You said to yourself. “Maybe I should stop talking to myself while I’m at it.” Before you left you did what you always did...made a list, starred the most important items, looked through and clipped coupons from the paper, added coupons online to your grocery rewards card, and set a budget. This process was a bit tedious...but in the end always saved you money and made your shopping trip so much easier.

You scanned over the list one last time before grabbing your keys and heading out. You locked the apartment door and headed down the stairs to the quad that all of the apartment buildings shared. You weren’t exactly in the mood to be social so you hurried to the area where apartment dwellers could park their cars.

A quick 10 minutes later and you’d made it to the store. You blew your hair out of your face. “Let’s do this thing.” You grabbed a cart and situated the list in the baby seat and then headed in.

Bread was first, followed by fresh produce, taco shells, mac and cheese, spices, flour, sugar, forty other things, a gallon of milk, and the most important part of the trip...a quart of ice cream. After loading everything into the reusable shopping bags you had also purchased (reduce, reuse, recycle buddies), you made your way to your car. A group of guys had parked next to you and were in the process of getting out, so you stood to the side so they wouldn’t feel rushed.

After they’d cleared the area you began to load your bags inside the trunk.

“Hey…” You jumped at the sound of the voice behind you and hit your head on the trunk. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

You rubbed the back of your head as you looked at the stranger. It was one of the guys from the car that had parked beside you. He had short dark hair and a small scar on his cheek. He was also built very nicely….NOT that you’d noticed. “It’s okay. I just thought all of you had left...so I wasn’t really expecting to hear anybody. Can I help you?”

“I actually stopped to ask you that,” He chuckled. “Would you like some help loading your car?”

“Um...sure. I’m not going to protest if you want to help out.”

“Are you on vacation? Or did you just move here?” Your expression was obviously confused because he nodded towards your car. “The Oklahoma license plate kinda gave you away.”

“Oh!” You gave a light laugh. “Yeah, I’m starting classes at OSU this semester. Are you and your friends students there?”

“No. We all work together, but we’re having a party to celebrate Cam’s new son...that was the short blond guy.”

“Oh okay! Tell him I said congrats.” You loaded the last bag and closed the trunk. “Thanks for the help...really showing off that Ohio hospitality.”

He scoffed, “I’m from Michigan. We’re the hospitable ones.”

“Ahh...so the rivalry I read about it real and thriving?”

“You better believe it. So if you’re going to be a Buckeye then we can’t be friends...sorry. I don’t make the rules.”

You gave a mock sigh. “I’ve never really been a sports person...so I don’t think we need to become enemies just yet.”

“Not a sports person? Maybe we should be enemies.” He teased.

You laughed. “I just wasn’t raised around sports...it’s probably a good thing. I’m way too competitive to get into sports. I’d probably riot if my team lost.”

He shot you a smile, “Maybe it is for the better then.”

You bit your lip. “Thanks again for the help...but I should probably go. I don’t want my frozens to melt.”

“No problem.” He stuck his hand out. “It was nice to meet you…”

“Y/N.” You said in response to his questioning look. You shook his hand. “The feeling is mutual…”

“Zach.”

“Well, Zach. It was nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“I sure hope so.” You blushed but waved at him as he headed into the store. Who knows? Maybe Ohio wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

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