ottawa x jersey fic🪐

🇨🇦 to 🇺🇸

i was never the type of girl to be well you know, that girl.  no boys were ever drooling over me and i had only ever had one boyfriend. so why suddenly did all of these boys want me? were they just joshing or were they serious?

i've always thought about the day i met the love of my life. i mean sure i'm only 16, but i gotta keep my eye out for future baes right?  i've always dreamt it would happen in a airport, seeing as i travel so often (thanks dad kms). id bump into him and we would spill my icecap on me but i wouldn't care because he was so damn hot.
man: watch out!
i turn around just in time to see a man crash right into me, his baggage flying everywhere.
man: watch where you're going god.
ugh new yorkers i guess.  i was raised in toronto, ontario and lived a normal seeming life. well not exactly, see my dad is black, and my mom is arab, hence why my name is zahra. but i'm wasian. how you ask? one word for ya. ✨adoption✨ tbh they dont know when or where i was actually born, so we go with the day they found my sisters aysha, nuala and i at the fire station alone. anyways, enough of that sappy shit. my parents always loved new york and when my dad got a permanent job offering there, we were already packed. se there we were, just getting off our flight in the concrete jungle.  i looked like bare shit and was not having it. my sister nuala (who is my actual blood sibling), was walking behind me and was kicking the back of my heels. if im being honest i was about to smash her into the water fountain if she kept this shit up. after getting through the small customs, we grabbed a taxi and drove to our new house. 
pulling into the driveway, i examined the house and took in its beauty. it was simple, modern and literally a dream. stepping inside the house, i pulled off my jordans and ran upstairs, racing my 5 other siblings to the rooms...