I was finally going home.
Well not home, home. But to Norway.
We had two games and my family would all be there. So would the Zuccarello's.
I knew it was going to be weird seeing them, but they came onto the field after.
"I believe you have something for me."
"Right." I dug through my bag and tossed him two cleats. "Only 100 in the world. You, me, and Cris have the first three pairs."
"Maybe you should stop wasting time on my brother." He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"To date you? Not a chance in hell babe. I'm just going to shower when we get to the hotel."
"I don't want to smell your sweat the entire ride."
"Too bad." I started to rub myself on my youngest sister. How my parents could stand five kids is something I would never understand. Especially when the two oldest were constantly in a competition.
I would say I'm winning the life competition but he's in Spain playing soccer. Right now, he was getting ready for his game tomorrow. I'm sure we'd get some bonding time in.

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strangers // m. zuccarello
FanfictionHigh school sweethearts in Norway, strangers in New York.