The Devils and the Ducks | Trevor Zegras x Reader

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felt like yesterday
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BENFORD, NEW YORK -  SUMMER 2013

It all started during the summer when my family moved into a nicer neighborhood. We were never considered rich, so everything before was usually visibly used, so this felt a little strange, almost like I was out of place. It was all going fine when we were bringing boxes out of the U-Haul until a random brunette boy approached us. I was sitting in the U-Haul with my mom confused as we both stared at the boy.

"Hey, I'm Griffin, my mom saw you two moving in and she wanted me to ask if you guys needed help?" he asked, introducing himself along the way. He had a welcoming smile on his face and he seemed nice. 

I looked at him and then at my mom to see if she approved, she didn't seem to mind because she needed help carrying boxes in because she packed a lot and I couldn't help because she told me to carry about my own boxes. My mom agreed to the help, thanked Griffin before handing him a box, and followed her inside.

He looked maybe a year or two younger than me, but that didn't stop him from being able to carry boxes with my mom. Griffin's small gesture made me feel happy for some reason. I mean, I know his mom probably made him come over here, but he didn't seem like he didn't want to do this. Maybe I'm just not used to having neighbors that don't actually mind helping out. 

I got up from the box I was leaning on and read 'Hky' on the top. I opened a flap and saw all my hockey gear and immediately tried pulling it out of the truck. As much as I wanted to get it out, I couldn't. 

"Need a hand?" a somewhat familiar soft male voice asked. His shadow casts down onto the ground next to me. I recognized his height and short hairstyle as Griffin. Wait, didn't he just go inside the house with my mom? 

I shrugged off the thought and just continued tugging. "I'm fine, Griffin, but I think my mom wanted help with the kitchen stuff," I said, pointing over at some boxes farther back in the truck, but he didn't budge. I didn't pay much attention to him and continued to tug to try to break my box free from the other boxes. I noticed that he walked forward, but I focused on my box until that resistance disappeared and I went flying back until I hit the ground, pulling the box with me.

"OW!" I yelled. Getting ready to confront Griffin. When I looked up, I saw an older-looking boy that looked like he could be Griffin's twin but a little cuter. "Um... You're Griffin's brother, right?" I asked. Wow, nice going Y/n. 'You're Griffin's brother right?' No, he's obviously Wayne Gretzky.

"Yeah, Sorry, I'm Trevor, I know I'm kind of a jerk for that, but I just didn't know what to do," he replied, sounding like a dork, making me scoff and shake my head. I studied his features and the only difference was the slight aging in his face. Trevor looked a bit older than Griffin, but at least Trevor's voice sounded a little more mature.

"Well, your brother came here to help us move in. Did your mom send you here to help too?" I asked as he held two thumbs up. I gave him a welcoming smile and ask him if he could help me with my boxes and he stopped to inspect how much stuff in the truck was even mine since everything that was mine had a purple sticker on it.

Trevor picked up and shook a small box before saying, "Actually, this one seems easier to carry, I'll take that one off your hands." He gave me the smallest box and picked up the hockey box that I was trying to drag inside. He looked over at me while I directed him upstairs to my room. I smiled at how he seemed to not mind the fact that he was probably going to be helping me all evening.

"So, where are you from?" he asks, trying to start up small talk. I reply with Texas and he looked surprised because he claimed that he thought only cowboys and cowgirls lived there and he was extremely wrong. "What do you think is in Louisiana, then?" I asked, suddenly gaining interest in talking to him. "Well, would it be wrong if I said more cowboys?" he asked, making me jokingly roll my eyes.